Jimmy Sproggit’s rocket

Jimmy Sproggit built a rocket from a cardboard box
Found it lurking near some dustbins over by the locks

Dragged it home all on his own although it was a big one
Ignored his Mum who smacked his bum for being late and then some

Upset his Dad and made him mad for rummaging through his desk
Found the tape but made his mistake when Dad caught him on the steps

By now his bum had grown quite numb from the hands that had been smacking
But knew the pain was worth the gain and all that awful whacking

Cut some slats and made some flaps for the Photon engine’s intake
Made a door down near the floor with a handle stuck with Dads’ tape

Put his pillow in the middle and knew that he was ready
“…four, three, two, one…Oh no! Oh bum!…” Almost forgot his Teddy

Blast off then oh my, t’was grand as Jimmy he went soaring
And his Mother’s shouts from downstairs abouts he was tactfully ignoring

Up there a whoosh down here a swoosh, the rocket it was working
But what a shame to see again the person who was lurking

Behind the door, could he ignore another verbal warning?
Oh yes he could, you knew he would (Isn’t that appalling?)

“Jimmy Sproggit, just you stop it” Yelled his furious Mother
“It’s time for bed…” Oh no! Oh smeg! An asteroid belt…Oh brother!

“Look out below!” (His Mum you know was falling and a-sprawling)
As Jimmy steered and, as he feared warned Mum below by calling

Then with a flurry and a scurry Jimmy pressed the button
And the box went bang with such a clang that Mum fell on her bottom!

Thought of trouble as from the rubble Jimmy struggled blindly
But saw beneath, oh what relief instead of anger, Mum was smiling

So off to bed to rest his head and dream of the new morning
When his box would be – well wait and see ‘cos that’s another story.

©Jemverse

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