The Earth is feeling tetchy now
And needs to vent some pent up rage
She looks up to the sky and cries
“Hoy Moon, still stuck in some stone age?”

“You know full well I’m occupied
by shining bright from far away”
“Is that the best that you can do?
Mooning the afternoon away!”

The Moon looks down with lips pursed hard
“To all your jokes I’ll stay immune
In fact I sometimes shine at day”
“Don’t promise anyone the Moon!”

“Stop jabbering on, I don’t need you”
“I’m not, you silly withered prune!
You’re lucky that I always pull
and not just once in a blue moon!”

“So down to earth―what priceless joke
earth-shattering. What is your worth?
You goldfish bowl, it’s time for hush!
You menace blue! You hell on Earth!”


© Oliver Wright

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