Poor little Rocket-ile’s rocket did not work,
So he never showed a little grin or smirk.
He was miserable at day and had a fright at night,
Until one lovely day creature very bright,
Showed him a cure to his scary, scary frights.
He gave him some fuel it was really cool!
His wonderful rocket flew day and night,
What a wonderful sight!
I'm so pleased he got to fly, and with super cool fuel!
Hi Heather what a great poem! I felt so sad for poor little Rocket-ile - but I'm pleased he was able to fly. I hope that made him smile!
A very cool poem! WELL DONE!!!!!!!
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