Billy the Penguin Goes to the Moon | A Poem by Jim Kilduff

There was a penguin named Billy
Who had dreams which all the others found silly.
Poor Billy caused a lot of tension
Because there were things he needed to mention
No one listened to Billy.
While all the raft were doing their craft
Billy was coming up with his plan that they all called daft.
Oh he loved star gazing at night
Every day he wished he could take flight.
He was jealous of the petrels swirling and swooshing around
Oh he tried, cried with frustration each time he hit the ground
Wishing he could be them
From this moment his idea did stem.
The rest of the raft heard of Billy's words
To be shunned because he was a different bird
His decision caused vicious derision
Not worried, Billy still focused on his mission
To go to the moon on a giant spoon!
It had been a 4 year operation
The task code named 'Apollo Salvation'.
The emperor and king oh they did revolt
And protested against a penguin who didn't conform to social norms.
Billy lay back on the spoon
Leaving behind great darkness and gloom.
Launching in 10 seconds he tightly shut his eyes
Going to the unknown, a penguin forever immortalised.
WOOOOOOOSH!
Now catapulted miles in the air
Feeling weightless, now flying like a petrel without care.
Billy was now brimming
Flying seemed as easy as swimming!
Away from the surly ponds of earth
For this was Billy's rebirth.
For there were no more tensions, no more decisions, no more seals and orcas
Through his body there was now a wonderful aura.
Billy was always a free spirit, he loved mooning about
Now forever in the moon, day in day out just chilling out.