Kevin, the Chameleon Astronaut

As he sat in his space ship

young Kevin knew that soon

he’d be the first chameleon

to walk upon the moon.

 

He clambered down the ladder

in his special reptile suit,

his high tech lizard helmet

and his little welly boots.

 

He wandered round the surface

picked up a rock or two

then Kevin came to realise

there wasn’t much to do.

 

See, chameleons eat insects.

They zap ‘em with their tongue.

This didn’t seem the kind of place

Chameleons belong.

 

There were no beetles anywhere

or even centipedes.

All he could see was dust and rock,

nothing that Kevins need. 

 

He thought he’d change his colour

to a lovely shade of green,

forgetting that inside the suit

his skin could not be seen.

 

His boggle eyes went searching

for somewhere he could play

but all there was for miles and miles

was grey, and grey, and grey.

 

It had all seemed so exciting

to be the first in space.

Who would have thought the moon would be

a very boring place.