Hamnet Banjuhlo ツ : Interstellar Wellies

When I was five I got a pair of interstellar wellies;

A cosmic present from my Aunty June.

In pride of place amongst the gifts of toys and books and jellies,

Sat the wellies wrapped in paper from the Moon.

For Aunty June was visiting from up there in the stars,

Along with Uncle Phil and Cousin Jake.

They’d all arrived in space suits on a rocket ship from Mars,

Just in time to have a slice of birthday cake.

Then we all played hunt the thimble, drank more juice, ate buns and pies,

While the grown-ups had a chat and drank their tea.

And I wore my birthday wellies, as I zoomed around the skies,

Flying through the clouds and round and round a tree.

I practised loop-de-looping, barrel rolls and humpty bumps,

while Mum and Dad applauded on the ground.

And once I flew so fast they must have heard a sonic thump

As my wellies zoomed me past the speed of sound.

But at six o’clock I had to stop and pack away my boots

So that Cousin Jake along with Phil and June

Had the time to say their fond farewells, put on their astro-suits

And go back to Mars lit by the stars and Moon.