Apollo 18 Poem by Sebastian Seal

Sebastian Armstrong, a relative of mine,
Was the first seal on the moon.
He flew a million miles and arrived on time.
Cheers went round the control room.

His piloting was to perfection,
His landing couldn't be bested,
He was flawless throughout the mission.
It was ten billion dollars well invested.

He was now ready to find,
Whether it was one small step for a seal,
One giant bound for seal-kind.
Or whether it was no big deal.

In his suit he prepared to go outside,
He bounded across the spacecraft floor,
And then discovered that he'd parked beside
a large rock and couldn't open the door.