Much Ado About Something

There was a queue on steps going up to heaven,
someone once said to forgive seventy times seven,
it went unheeded, grudges continued into paradise,
not everyone could afford a care home, even half price.

They sat in rows looking out for all they were worth,
conveniently they could see the curvature of the Earth,
visitors would travel to the space station, believe or not,
there was a risk, Russians took the occasional shot.

Someone shouted out: 'Lotto,' thinking winning was cool,
but Bin Laden said: 'You've only got three numbers, fool,
the food was dreadful, occasional pheasant flying by,
which was potted and nicely kept aside for Xmas di.

There was sometimes a space walk, a treat being in care,
California drifted by, 'Hey, Bin, I used to live down there.'