An Astronaut's Vacation

An Astronaut's Vacation

In March last year, one scorching afternoon,
I knew I'd have to face eleven gees.
The countdown reached T-minus all too soon;
The lift-off felt like falling out of trees,
a drunk space monkey turned cartoon baboon.

We fast approached the distant mythic moon
upon which stirred no hint of airy breeze.
With glee I hopped the nearest rocky dune
where next I saw my dream in lunar seas
and couldn't help but croon a victor's tune.

I begged of NASA: let me stay there please.
No Earth vacation spot was made of cheese!