Inspired by the article: 10,000 Items Are Flying To The Moon On Artemis I And Some Of Them Are… Curious

I love to write into a book
And draw pictures too.
I take it everywhere I go,
To the beach and to the zoo.

I sketch down all the things I see,
And write poems as well.
Sometimes I'll write a story — 
There's just so much to tell! 

On the eleventh hour

Of the eleventh day

Of the eleventh month, 

1918, the guns fell silent.

World War One, 

The war to end all wars,

Was over.

Lest we forget, in Flanders fields,

The poppies grew blood red,

When Aussie boys, far from their homes,

Were number’d ’mongst the dead.

They came from farms where red gums grew,

From ’neath the Southern Cross;

No friendly sun, no magpie’s cry,

Would ever mark their loss.

In ev’ry town, in ev’ry park,

Their solemn statues stand.

Lest we forget those brave young men

Whose honour shaped our land. 

Every hen on earth says cluck
It’s always been that way,
and quack is all that any duck
could ever hope to say.
Roosters say a little more
with cock-a-doodle-doo”
but all you’ll hear from cows, for sure,
is just a simple moo.
Wouldn’t life have been a joke,
so utterly absurd
if all we humans ever spoke
was one shared earthling word.

Former ones failed and came undone
but through the years of World War One
a better form was patented
with little metal teeth that did
the jobs of buttons, hooks or grippers,
heralding the age of zippers!

Gideon Sundback, nineteen-thirteen,
designed the best zip the world had seen.
Used in uniforms and boots
by US military for their troops,
their popularity took a grip
as everyone liked that slip-sliding zip.