Clothes The Rhyme Rocket

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One rocket, one mission.

To search the universe for poetry, one rhyme at a time.

# Blasting through the universe Rhyme collecting, song detecting

# Grabbing great poems from the planets and the stars

# The Rhyme Rocket

# Top tongue-twisters, super songs with Professor Poet and Officer Ditty

-# She's Commander Rhyme-a-lot

-And I'm the one in charge!

# The Rhyme Rocket!

# The Rhyme Rocket! #

-You'll never guess what!

-What?

-We're going on holiday? Great!

You've no idea how long I've been waiting to wear these!

No, it's not that. We've been invited to a ball.

-Ahh!

-Hm-hm-hm. Dear Rhyme Rocket crew,

we'd like you all to come to the intergalactic ball.

8.00 on Planet Rhyme. We're sure you'll have a lovely time.

Yours, Lord and Lady Limerick.

-Starts at 8.00. I can't wait!

-ALARM SOUNDS

Commander, you'll have to wear a fancy dress.

-A what?

-Fancy dress.

Oh, great. Fancy dress.

Never mind that now, it's the rhyme radar. Ditty!

It's the rhyme recruits on Planet Earth.

ALL: Yay!

They have a poem ready for us.

Our mission, to get poems from across the universe.

ALL: One rhyme at a time!

-But what about our outfits for the ball?

-They'll have to wait.

We need to prepare to blast off. Are you going to join in too?

Let's get this rocket started, the engine runs on rhyme.

Poems are its fuel, they get us there on time.

-Stand to attention!

-Yes.

-Do your final checks.

-Check.

-Go to the toilet.

-Flush.

-We're ready on the deck.

Don't forget your seatbelt. It's going to be fast.

-Switch. Click. Push. Twist.

-It's going to be a blast!

-Ten. Nine.

-Communicate.

Eight. Seven.

-Six. Five.

-All systems live.

-Four. Three. Two.

We have...

ALL: Blast-off!

-Ha-ha-ha!

-Hee-hee!

Ahhhhh!

A successful blast off but we need to fill our rhyme tanks.

Ditty, what's out there?

Looks like rhyming words all about clothes.

Lock on, start collecting!

BOTH: Earth calling Rhyme Rocket!

-Tie.

-Fly.

High.

I wonder what this word is.

BOTH: Sky!

Yes! That's right.

Lock.

Rock.

Sock.

What's the final rhyming word?

-Block.

-Yes! Well done, rhyme recruits.

BOTH: Bye, Rhyme Rocket!

Yes, goodbye, rhyme recruits. Thanks for your rhyming words.

Yes, brilliant! Our rhyme tanks are up and running! Yippee!

Oh, these aren't right! This is too tight.

-Professor, what are you doing?

-Trying on clothes for the ball.

-Oh.

But these are too big. And this is too small.

-How about a sparkly jacket?

-No.

No.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

Enough!

SHE SNIFFS

I smell something!

I think it might be these, Commander.

No. I smell...a rhyme.

I love my scarf

I really do

It keeps me warm as toast

There's lots and lots of cosy scarfs

But I like mine the most.

My scarf's so warm

It's my best friend

I take it everywhere

It's really fluffy, soft and snug

Just like a teddy bear.

Frozen night, I lent my scarf

To my friend Snowman John

And in the morning scarf was there

But Snowman John had gone.

The fuel gauge has gone up again!

I love my scarf, I really do.

I love this scarf so much that I might wear it to the ball.

You can't wear a scarf to the ball.

Cos it's so long I might trip and fall?

It's just not fancy enough.

Cosmic critters! I have no idea what to wear to this space ball.

I can't think of anything at all! What am I going to do?

Don't be sad! I can see something that will put a twinkle in your eye.

Where?

Here!

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are.

-Commander, beam me into space.

-Professor, what are you doing?!

I'm going to catch some diamonds. I need them for my outfit.

Sizzling satellites! Professor, there are no diamonds in space!

-Of course there are. Ditty?

-Oh. Hmm-hmm.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are

Up above the world so high

BOTH: Like a DIAMOND in the sky...

-See?

-Diamonds in the sky.

Stars aren't actually diamonds in the sky.

-They just twinkle like them.

-But I needed diamonds for my outfit.

You're going to have to come up with something else.

I don't want to alarm you, but the rhyme tanks are running low.

Don't worry, Ditty. I've got just the trick.

All we need is a limerick.

Every year at the annual ball

What to wear can puzzle us all

Some choose top hat and tails

Some wear dresses and veils

Or a colourful hand-knitted shawl.

-That was great! Can I have a go?

-All right.

BOTH: Every year at the annual ball

What to wear can puzzle us all

Some choose top hat and tails

Some wear dresses and veils

Or a colourful hand-knitted shawl.

-Did you say, "Tails?"

-Yes, top hat and tails. That's what I'm wearing.

-Oh.

-Oh, tails. That's given me an idea.

I bet mine's better than yours! Hee-hee!

-Look! The Rhyme Rock!

-The place where poets and singers flock.

We really ought to ready the transporter.

-Yes, Commander.

-Beam aboard Jake Rodriguez.

Another rhyming star to add to my collection.

# Clothes

# Everybody knows

# What they're supposed to do

# From the heads, shoulders to the knees and toes

# Clothes

# Even when you doze

# Or dress up for shows

# Or dinner at 8.00

# Clothes are really great

# Clothes for swimming

# Clothes for singing or cycling in the park

# Clothes can be silly

# And a little thrilly

# Clothes that glow and scare in the dark

# Clothes to go yee-argh

# Or be a cowboy or a pirate at sea

# You can also be a mountain yodeller

# With yodel-ee-yodel-ee-ee-ee

You too!

# Yodel-ee-yodel-ee-ee-ee

# Clothes

# Everybody knows

# What they're supposed to do

# From the head, shoulders to the knees and toes. #

-THEY APPLAUD

-Wonderful, Jake. Thank you!

We're heading out of range. Better beam you back!

Aye-aye, Commander. Hold onto your clothes! And your toes.

Can I get an autograph?

I'm never going to fill this book at this rate.

Jake's performance has almost filled our rhyme tanks.

All we need now are the rhyme recruits. Ditty, where are they?

The rhyme radar says they're in the city of Armagh.

DING DONG

'Entering Earth's atmosphere. Stand by for entry.

'Stand by for entry.'

-Help me tidy these.

-Where shall I put them?

Over there. This one. And this.

-And this.

-Quiet! I need to make an announcement.

'Greetings, Earthlings. This is the Rhyme Rocket.

'Ready to collect your words.'

-And that one.

-Crew! Hit the brakes!

-Yes, Commander.

BRAKES SCREECH

We've reached our destination, Armagh!

You need to collect the poem from our rhyme recruits.

-Is that clear?

-Yes, Commander.

-Ditty.

-Ha-ha-ha!

-Stop it, Professor!

-Oh!

-Sorry, Commander!

-I might have rewired the flight deck a tiny bit this morning.

-Hmmm!

-Ditty, Ditty. Are you ready?

-Yes, ma'am.

Wrong way! Hurry up, the rhyme recruits are waiting for you.

# Rhyme Rocket!

# Rhyme Rocket!

# We've been whizzing through space with a smile on our face

# From Planet Rhyme to Earth

# Great poems, we've got thanks to Rhyme-a-lot

# From across the universe

# And now we've found our rhyme recruits

# So we're really aiming high

# Stand up and shout out words and sounds

# Let's get our rhymes to fly! #

-Dresses!

-Trousers.

BOTH: Chunky knits.

Baggy tights.

Nothing fits.

-Skirts!

-Jumpers.

BOTH: Stretchy socks.

Fluffy scarves.

Sparkly frocks!

What to wear?

For a ball!

Something flash.

ALL: Impress them all.

Sunday best.

Fancy dress.

Scuffs on shoes.

Look a mess.

Clothes are fun.

Clothes are cool.

Without your clothes... ALL: You'd look a fool!

Fantastic poem! Well done, recruits!

Oh, it's filled up our rhyme tanks.

THEY ALL CHEER

Crew, it's time to head home.

Rhyme recruits, do one last thing for us.

BOTH: Never stop rhyming!

# Everyone here had some brilliant rhymes

# They're the best we've ever heard

# But now, recruits, we will say goodbye

# And rocket from your world

# We'll go whizzing through space with a smile on our face

# From Earth to Planet Rhyme

# Cheery-bye, gotta fly

# Must dash in a flash

# And see you all next time

# The Rhyme Rocket

# The Rhyme Rocket! #

Mission complete. A great success.

Professor, hurry, we'll be late.

Coming! I'm coming!

Ta-da! What do you think?

What on Planet Rhyme are you wearing?!

-It's my fancy dress costume.

-Fancy dress costume?

Yes, that's what you said. We're going to a ball, a fancy dress ball.

No, I said to the Commander, "Wear a fancy dress to the ball."

-Look, a fancy dress.

-Ta-da!

Not a fancy dress costume!

Oh, no! I got it wrong.

Squeak! Squeak!

# The Rhyme Rocket!

# The Rhyme Rocket! #