Off to Outer Space Tomorrow Morning

You can start the Count Down, you can take a last look;

You can pass me my helmet from its plastic hook;

You can cross out my name in the telephone book –

For I’m off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

There won’t be any calendar, there won’t be any clock;

Daylight will be on the switch and winter under lock.

I’ll doze when I’m sleepy and wake without a knock –

For I’m off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

I’ll be writing no letters; I’ll be posting no mail.

For with nobody to visit me and not a friend in hail,

In solit’ry confinement as complete as any gaol

I’ll be off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

When my capsule door is sealed and my space-flight has begun,

With the teacups circling round me like the planets round the sun,

I’ll be centre of my gravity, a universe of one,

Setting off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

You can watch on television and follow from afar,

Tracking through your telescope my upward shooting star,

But you needn’t think I’ll give a damn for you or what you are

When I’m off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

And when the rockets thrust me on my trans-galactic hop,

With twenty hundred light-years before the first stop,

Then you and every soul on earth can go and blow your top –

For I’m off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.

– Norman Nicholson

Alliteration:

You can start the Count  Down, you can take a last look – k, l

You can pass me my helmet  from its plastic hook – h

There won’t be any calendar,   there won’t be any clock – k

I’ll doze when I’m   sleepy and wake without a knock – v

For with nobody to visit   me and not a friend in hail – n

In solit’ry confinement  as complete as any gaol – c

When my capsule door is sealed  and my space-flight has begun – s

With the teacups circling  round me like the planets round the sun – s

Tracking  through your telescope my upward shooting star – t

Simile:

In solit’ry confinement as  complete as any gaol

With the teacups circling round   me like the planets round the sun

Metaphor

I’ll be centre of my gravity, a   universe of one

Anaphora:

You  can start the Count Down, you can take a last look;

You  can pass me my helmet from its plastic hook;

You  can cross out my name in the telephone book –

There won’t  be any calendar, there won’t be any clock

I’ll  be writing no letters; I’ll be posting no mail

Repetition:

With the teacups circling round  me like the planets round the sun

Ellipsis:

I’ll  doze when I’m sleepy and wake without a knock

Rhyme Scheme

aaab – look, hook, book ; clock, lock, knock ;   begun, sun, one ; afar, star, are ; hop, stop, top;

aabc – Mail, hail ;