One night I dropped off the moon
I was there with my friend and a spoon
To see if it was true or just a tease
That the moon was made of scrumptious cheese
Singing songs and holding hands
We danced along the shifting stands
I lost my footing and I stumbled
Feeling anxious my friend mumbled
'Hey there you, try not to fall
We are on the moon, you won't stop at all.'
Just then something held on to me
It stopped my fall, but I couldn't see
This thing that had stopped me slipping
Was fat and green, with sticky ooze dripping
The alien that saved my trip
Suddenly disappeared with a flip
Then I woke feeling sad
Cheeses, aliens, I must be mad.
by Alana Bishop (8)
Aycliffe Drive Primary School - Hertfordshire
Competition - Once Upon A Dream
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