I decided to build a mighty rocket,
Just around the corner of my pocket.
I started fueling it earlier in the week,
Cabbage, cheese, bacon, eggs, and leaks.
Though it required that extra boost,
The final ingredient: baked beans on toast.
My sights were set high,
I want to penetrate the sky!
The day for take off had come,
Downward I pointed my bum.
With a massive grunt I released the gas,
I light a match to ignite the mass.
With a thunderous boom the fuel explodes,
Such a force, the ground beneath corrodes!
My fists are clenched, unlike my cheeks,
Then the stench hits, this fuel really reeks!
I open my eyes and look upward,
I’m soaring! Power be to the turd!
I look back while I sail like a comet,
Launch-pad looks like someone bombed it.
A glistening trail of brown I leave in my wake,
The distinct smell of moldy old cake.
Then it hits me, how the hell will I safely get down?
I know, I’ll aim for the sewerage plant there on the ground!