Day I took my dog for space walkies!

Me and my dog went for a jog Down the highway that leads into space, Well, the weather was fine, so it seemed the right time To have a good look at the place. We jogged throughout most of the morning, And a couple of hours at night, When we’d done fifty miles, I stopped for a while, Just to see if the dog was all right. We thought about calling a taxi, Or catching a bus or a train, But a man in a car said it wasn’t too far, So we started off jogging again. We arrived there on Saturday morning, At the busiest time of the day, There were space ships and stars, and green men from Mars That were getting in everyone’s way. The black holes were all full as usual, No room to lie down for a nap, So I ordered a star, sat down at the bar, And the little dog sat on my lap. We saw all the tourist attractions, And the souvenir stall on the pier, I bought a Van Gogh with fifty pence off, And a card saying: ‘Wish you were here.’ The Russians were there with a Sputnik, And the Yanks had a shuttle or two, We had a Cortina and a Morris Marina, But that was the best we could do. At the back of the Moon there’s a cafe, They sell chips with pea fritters and fish, I don’t know quite how but the Moon jumped the cow, And the spoon ran away with the dish. We stayed for a couple of light years, Thought it best not to stay there too long, So we booked up a flight that left Saturday night, On a weekend round trip to Hong Kong. It was good to get back to our planet, With pollution and hunger and war, It was lovely to go, but there’s one thing I know; You won’t find me jogging no more.

Roy Mabey, Milford-on-Sea, Hants.