I am a little spaceman,
racing through the stars,
In my cardboard rocket
I am on my way to mars,

The journey won’t be easy
I have rationed all my food,
I will stop of for some petrol
at the station on the moon,

Soon I will reach mars;
I’ll take some pictures for my mum,
One of my friend called Zorton Zloogin
and his amazing laser gun,

Mother has been shouting,
“your tea is going cold”,
It’s my favourite tinned spaghetti,
so I’ll make the journey home,

I board my little rocket,
as spaceman needs to eat,
I take the bucket of my head,
and the boxes of my feet.

This poem was written/submitted by David Cannon.