Tuesday, July 04, 2006


This is a story about an old space dog, who is much loved. (Above is the old Rockateer himself)

Paddy's Rocket

Paddy dreamt of a rocket
he wanted to look at the sky
So he bought some things like glue and strings
All the stuff that would make it fly

For a week and a day he labored
locked away in the garden shed
But he stopped long enough for meals and stuff
And occasionally going to bed

Then at last the big day came
And they gathered to wish him farewell
They packed him some lunch and he said thanks a bunch
I'll be back with some stories to tell

Well he flew way out in the stratosphere
He flew so far into space
But he got a sore tummy and was missing his mummy
And the tears where wet on his face

So paddy came home with his rocket
He was glad that he'd looked at the sky
But when all's said and done you cant beat your mum
No matter how hard a dog try's

On the 31st of August 2006 Paddy took his rocket for one last look at the sky.
Good luck Pads see you soon.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

that was really nice.. wish paddy good luck.. & your poem remind me of nothing. nothing is really great.