Blasting off in my rocket
As I put my hands in my pocket
Oh no heading for a planet
Hope I don't go down like the Titanic.
Pulling up just in time
As I come across some alien slime
When I see the amazing Milky Way
Take a pic', put my camera away.
Time to go back to Mars
As I am crunching on my last chocolate bar
Time to go back home
With my rocket made from crumbling chrome.
I landed on a quiet dock
With my sharp, shiny space rock
I went to put it in my safe
Then I went to work with my suitcase.
by Jack Rollings (11)
Radnor Valley Primary School, Presteigne
Competition - Out Of This World
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