Purple Moon

Dear Moon, what are you doing?
Trapped in this glass of mine
I do believe you're getting wet
Drenched head to toe in wine

Your face so rosy purple
is peeping out at me
I blush to see you staring so
Am I to set you free?

Oh Moon did I drink so much
of this delicious brew
Could this just be the reason that
my vision's out of true?

No, no you're really in there
A moon I canft ignore
I only drank five glasses and
can manage many more

I know you don't believe me
But drunkard I am not
The Moon's in there but once a month
Let's have another shot

© Oliver Wright

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