My Granddad was an astronaut he went to the moon
he didn't fly a rocket ship, No! he went in a balloon
he made it from a tarpaulin he had out in the shed
with grandma's washing basket and a lot of woolen thread
he took his old army gas mask, cos there's no air up there
his hobnailed boots and walking stick, and a comfy chair
grandma packed him some sandwiches, and a flask of tea
and said i've got some washing out, so be home by half past three
Granddad rose in to the sky, and soon went out of sight
all the stars were out, so i guess he went at night!
he fell asleep in the basket, and woke up on the moon
had a walk about, and picked some rocks, that filled in the afternoon
I've still got those moon rocks, that my granddad gave to me
they are not unlike the pebbles you find, on the shore beside the sea
a thousand tales he told me, adventures by the score
he may have stretched the truth a bit! but never was a bore!
Your Grandad must have been such fun Bob - - he obviously told tales to stay in your heart for years - - and this one shows how much tenderness you shared - - a great and fun read....10 + ++ Fay
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Nice, lucid, heartwarming and funny..............