My poem about NASA
I am the cleaner, I hear many things
Some things are meaner, but that's what life brings
I clean out the pipes and check they're alright
I go in with brooms and sweep all the rooms
Always I've wanted to fly a spaceship
But now I cannot, I've dislocated my hip
I dream of comets and sailing past the moon
But I'm stuck cleaning here, except for in June
That's my month off, I go many places
But none of them are as exciting as space is
How I wish I could be an astronaut
But I guess I still can give that some thought
Well, it's not much of an ending, but it's not too bad considering how old I was when I wrote it, lol.
Heh, I've just flicked through a bit further and I wrote a page of information about each planet (I think I did these from videos that we watched, but I only vaguely remember). I came across my page on Pluto and it reminded me of the quote "When I was your age, Pluto was a planet!"
Anyway, I've done what I came to do, so I'll go do some more unpacking, repacking and tidying. Busy busy busy.