Sunday Dinner on the Moon

Sometimes I write poems for kids. This is a poem I wrote a few years ago. It got shortlisted for the Walker books Bedtime Story Competition.

I sit and eat my dinner on a Sunday afternoon
Inside a giant crater on the surface of the moon
I don't know why I came here but it doesn't really matter
I'm eating up my favourite dish of earth worms wrapped in batter

My dinner guest is Eddie he has wings just like a bat
He claims to be a Martian but I'm not so sure of that
We sit on giant mushrooms and eat out of tortoise shells
With clothes pegs on our noses to keep out the cosmic smells

Our evenings entertainment is provided by a clown
He stands upon a bowler hat and wears a wedding gown
He juggles three bananas using nothing but his chin
Which might sound quite impressive but the gravity is thin

A one man band is playing music sounding rather good
He has two heads and eight long arms so I suppose he should
Remarkably he tap dances with flippers on his feet
And plays a multitude of songs whilst burping out a beat

When dinner time is over it is time for me to leave
I wipe the corners of my mouth upon my T-shirt sleeve
I gather my belongings, which I stuff inside a sock
And head back home to earth onboard an old grandfather clock