Below is the poem entitled Moon which was written by poet
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard,
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far,
she had been working day and night - tirelessly,
hammering, programming, all so dexterously.
Then when the sun arose and sparkled in the sky,
Gretta was still working, that too without a sigh,
the ship was finally built, Gretta was on cloud nine,
but going a bit farther up than that seemed rather fine.
She sat inside the cockpit, tightened her seat belt,
pushed a few buttons, with such admirable stealth,
algorithms aplenty - all perfectly aligned,
as the engine started roaring, boisterously alight.
The rocket ascended at last, it set sail yonder,
to the farthest frontier that this universe could conjure,
and after it finally left the vivid atmosphere,
Gretta was so happy, she let out a smiling tear.
Days passed and she was put in catatonic sleep,
immobile and still, immersed in lovely dreams,
suddenly with a thud, the ship had landed still,
She woke up instantly, with a newfound thrill.
She wore the lunar suit, which she had stitched herself,
opened up the bolted door and descended the metal steps,
the moment she touched ground, she turned around,
and got pleasantly surprised by what she found!
A red-hatted impish elf, sat crossed leg,
a large nosed fairy stood, munching on nutmeg,
two rabbits bowed down to the rabbit goddess,
and two more pressed her feet, in a soft caress.
Gretta walked a step and heard the elf shout,
"oh silly person, take that suit out!,
we've got oxygen, plenty of em to breathe,
that suits a waste o' time and energy!"
Gretta obeyed, and unzipped the heavy suit,
underneath she wore a dress - flowery and cute,
"good going, young child, now lemme show you,
this lovely wonderland which you dub the moon!"
And the elf was right, they met unicorns,
box-laden garden paths and joyous little fauns,
walking and talking scarecrows, nursing little crows,
small blue doll houses with chuckling gnomes.
within a crater lived a colony of werewolves,
but they were nice and fair - specially one named Ulf,
he'd give her milk and tea with chocolate biscuits,
and in order to keep her warm, red spotted mitts.
The goddess too was nice, a wise and lovely soul,
"be imaginative and create, but don't forget your goal",
she'd also give her nutmeg of such abundant variety,
her best friend was a Faun, so strong and mighty.
and the Minotaurs build Gretta a lovely home,
with a mushroom roof and walls build of foam,
"stay here with us, Gretta, you'd have a great time",
said the red-hatted elf while singing a rhyme.
Gretta thought and thought, she came to a decision,
she decided to stay for sure, she looked forward for her admission,
and from thereon, life for her was perfected,
all her dying wishes had suddenly been resurrected.