When I was ten years old
I sat on the floor
In front of our black and white TV
Wearing only my pyjamas
Watching in amazement
As Neil Armstrong stepped onto the Moon
But I was extremely worried
What if he ran out of oxygen?
What if the Moon really was made of cheese?
What if his rocket did not have enough fuel for the journey home?
What if he was attacked by nasty little green aliens?
Why did Neil spell his name N.E.I.L and not N.E.A.L like me?
What if he felt lonely, frightened or homesick?
But what worried me more than ANYTHING was...
Could he go to the toilet?