Hermione Pringle
"Hermione dear
come here,
come hear.
Now listen
to what I say."
"Your father and I
have a wonderful plan
with a part
for you to play."
"We are going to knit
a voluminous craft
to travel in,
far away."
"Daddy will steer
and pedal it too,
but you will
show him the way."
"We will journey
at night,
by the light
of the stars,
and relax
in sun beams
by day."
"I will ensure,
as a mother should,
that you eat
three times
each day."
"Off you go now
and compile the route.
With my knitting
I will stay."
"Daddy my dear,
just finish the drive,
and we'll set off
later today."
As the sun
went down
on the pringle yard
they flew off
without delay.
Father pedalled
and pointed
the craft
while Hermione
showed him the way.
They parked up at dawn
on a goonibah beach
where a jerrimble
nibbled away,
at the purl
and the plain
of the undercart,
while he burped
and brungled all day.
With fresh spun cloud,
and jerrimble horns
Mum knitted
a new landing tray.
Dad pedalled away
for all he was worth
While Hermione
plotted the way.
The day
and the night time
rocketed past,
and the world
was hurled
far astray.
Father braked hard
on the wonderful craft
so it came in to land
on the tray.
High in the boughs
of Venusian trees
the Pringles
came out to say:
"here is the most
deluptiful place
that ever
we came
to play."
At Alpha Centauri
they stayed
for two weeks
in the forests
of purple and grey.
Centaurans
all loved them
and copied
their craft.
Then waved
as they went
on their way.
It was horrid inside
the black hole
that they found,
when they toured
the milky way.
It turned inside out,
the fatherly drive,
and made all the purl
into plain.
The Pringles decided
this just
wouldn't do.
They simply
declined to stay.
So mother
refurbished
the stitches,
and then,
Hermione
showed them
the way.
In seconds
they swept
to the pringle
front yard
and screeched
to a halt
on their tray.
Close up behind them
Centaurans came.
Three hundred
decided to stay.