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Oh shall we play space men today and build a rocket Ted we need two suits some gloves and boots and helmets for our head A packing crate stood tall and straight dad's funnel placed on top three books so thin each one a fin and Mommies broken mop A beanbag chair we two can share and buttons we can push some sandwiches and light switches and cans of Orange crush Some dials and springs and other things we found in daddies shed now that looks neat so take a seat and start the countdown Ted We watched the stars that once so far where now within our grip Count ten to one ignition on Blast off in rocket ship The silver moon would greet us soon as upward we both sped through clouds of white to black of night just me and mister Ted The rocket turned as thrusters burned as we altered our course for here you see the gravity Had very little force We journeyed forth toward the north by meteor and star as comets whizzed and pinged and fizzed and flew both near and far We passed the plough and saw a cow jump clean over the moon then stations manned prepared to land beside a giant dune Beneath our feet a silver sheet of fallen stars and sand and as we two took in the view Ted held me by the hand The solar breeze blew round our knees and tickled as it passed time now to go yes Ted I know this day has gone so fast seated inside we watched the tide So slowly ebb and flow then 10 to 1 zero and gone we raced the mornings glow home safe and sound we kissed the ground and ran in for our tea I turned to Ted and softly said the moon just winked at me What shall we be next time said he cowboys or maybe kings I do not know I whispered low let's see what morning brings
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
Terrestial Ted
Oh shall we play space men today and build a rocket Ted we need two suits some gloves and boots and helmets for our head A packing crate stood tall and straight dad's funnel placed on top three books so thin each one a fin and Mommies broken mop A beanbag chair we two can share and buttons we can push some sandwiches and light switches and cans of Orange crush Some dials and springs and other things we found in daddies shed now that looks neat so take a seat and start the countdown Ted We watched the stars that once so far where now within our grip Count ten to one ignition on Blast off in rocket ship The silver moon would greet us soon as upward we both sped through clouds of white to black of night just me and mister Ted The rocket turned as thrusters burned as we altered our course for here you see the gravity Had very little force We journeyed forth toward the north by meteor and star as comets whizzed and pinged and fizzed and flew both near and far We passed the plough and saw a cow jump clean over the moon then stations manned prepared to land beside a giant dune Beneath our feet a silver sheet of fallen stars and sand and as we two took in the view Ted held me by the hand The solar breeze blew round our knees and tickled as it passed time now to go yes Ted I know this day has gone so fast seated inside we watched the tide So slowly ebb and flow then 10 to 1 zero and gone we raced the mornings glow home safe and sound we kissed the ground and ran in for our tea I turned to Ted and softly said the moon just winked at me What shall we be next time said he cowboys or maybe kings I do not know I whispered low let's see what morning brings
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
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