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He was standing with his dart gun
Trying so hard not to weep
Waiting for this pesky human
To please please just go to sleep
Their big job was due to start
So very very soon
The millennially scheduled
Makeover of the moon
The universal architect had decided
Humans couldn’t stand the shock
Of seeing  floating scaffolding
Space ships and orbiting dock
The decision had been taken
To tranquillise the planet’s air
But somehow when it happened
This one bloke wasn’t there
He’d been scuba diving
In the Manchester ship canal
As a result of a bet
With his oldest pal
The expert had been brought in
And finally caught him in the rump
And there good heavens at last
Did he detect that body slump
The planet was finally dormant
Every single being asleep
Work could get started,
 A tight schedule to keep.
A dreamless dreamless period
Satellite renovation was underway
 Thanks to his skilled intervention
They’d only lost a single day
When the planet started up again
The contractor fleet wouldn’t be near
And the natives wouldn’t have any idea
They’d been sleeping over a year
 Only lover’s with  enhanced perceptions
Brought about by that state of love
Would  realise how much brighter
Was the moon in the sky above

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