A poem from a reddit prompt

There Is No Planet B, By Ray Daley.

(from a reddit prompt)

We sent a bunch of missions, just about fifty-three,

Fired off ‘em all off into space, bound for Planet B.

Built those rockets; built ‘em good, Named from A to Zee,

Shot them into darkest space, Aimed at Planet B.

We’ve been sending missions there since 1963,

Hoping we find a sign of life on good old Planet B.

We looked out with our telescopes, and guess what did we see?

We killed all our astronauts, there IS no Planet B.