Will I Be There On the Rocket
Will I be there on the rocket
Chocolate snacks within my pocket
To fly me to the moon
On a sunny day in June
One day I knew it would be me
As I swim her sea of tranquillity
Gazing nightly at the moon
Singing that Frank Sinatra tune
My space suit is sweaty and hot
A Gucci it definitely is not
Utterly unlike my usual attire
A golden Gucci space suit is what I desire
Soaring up high through the atmosphere
Regretting I’d downed that last pint of beer
As my bladder now tries in vain to retain
On reflection it would have been wise to abstain
Now seeing the earth a spherical ball
As we pass over India ~ China ~ Nepal
Such a weird sensation espying each nation
Our inaugural flight ~ Our space exploration
At last we have touch down, relief to us all
As stretching our limbs we stand up tall
Staring in awe as we gaze through the door
Moon boots walking on mother moon’s floor
Leaving our spaceship we make our descent
No ET’s to mark this inaugural event
No welcome committees with faces of green
No golden Gucci space suits can even be seen
But then I awaken
For it’s all been a dream
15th September 2019
Contest: Welcome to my random world
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Contest Strand Select 3
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st PLACE
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
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