a poem by Leigh Sharon Stevens
I dreamt of a cardboard rocket,
that I could fold up and place in my pocket.
I would then wish upon a star,
Wishing my rocket would carry me far.
Far away up to the moon,
Where I could eat cheese with a silver spoon.
From there I might even see a comet,
And imagine I had friends like Wallace and Gromet.
I'd pack up my things and fly away home,
Then land in the garden by Mr Gnome.
I'd have happy adventures in my head,
Then skip up the stairs off to bed.
Where I dreamt of a cardboard rocket ...