I don’t know why I’ve got feet
when I could have had wheels,
for wheels go so much faster.
Imagine me flying down our street
not in my trainers or boots
but on wheels, with my ghetto-blaster.
Imagine people turning to stare
and all telling me to slow down
before I caused a disaster.
Imagine me gliding off into space
with a quick little nod to the Moon,
then simply going straight past her. . .
Published in Through a Window, Longman, 1995)
Students might like to write a poem about something that belongs to them (for example, a bicycle, an old car, a scooter, a broom) which suddenly takes off into space. Describe the journey. Did they have any accidents? What did they see? smell? touch? hear? taste?
List everything that happened, using rhyme or free verse. Make it surprising and exciting.