[ WP ] A kid makes a toy rocket and it hits the moon out of the sky .

The night was quite dark and the stars shone quite brightly, 
 Tim lay awake, as he did nightly, 
 His family, you see, were so boring and grim, 
 But Tim had a plan to do them all in. 
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 Every morning and night, between five and eight, 
 He's slip out the door and then through the front gate, 
 And syphon some fuel from his fathers car, 
 He needed a lot, for he had to go far. 
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 His plan was quite bold, maybe even insane, 
 But he'd rather be dead than listen again, 
 To his fathers complaining and his mothers nagging, 
 He'd tried to be good, but his patience was flagging. 
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 He needed a plan that could go unsuspected, 
 And once it had started could not be corrected, 
 So he planned it all out for one night in June, 
 He'd fire a rocket and bring down the moon. 
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 Tim was quite smart, and was up for the task, 
 Though collecting the bits was quite a big ask, 
 He managed to get the rocket and fuel, 
 And assembled the parts when he came home from school. 
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 At last the night came and he slipped out the door, 
 Away from his dad, who he could hear snore, 
 The rocket was ready - he lit the engines and ran, 
 And hid in the bushes, as was the plan. 
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 The rocket soared up and into the sky, 
 It burned red, then white and began to get high, 
 And finally hit on the very moon's top, 
 It hit good and hard but it still did n't stop, 
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 The rocket burned on and to Tim's delight, 
 It started to push the moon down from its height, 
 It plummeted now, quickly falling to earth, 
 While Tim did a dance and cried out with mirth. 
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 For a long time it fell, but at last it drew near, 
 Tim opened his arms, the ending was clear. 
 It would squish down his house with the greatest of ease... 
 But what bounced off the roof was a large block of cheese. 
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 Tim looked at the cheese with his rocket embedded, 
 His mission had failed, his dreams had been shredded. 
 So he picked up the rocket and munched on the cheese, 
 Tomorrow he'd see about dying with bees. 
 

