Doting the Lines Between Oon and Ain

i walked on the moon 
and called down rain.
I woke in the noon and 
all i feel is pain
i ate with a spoon and all 
i made was a stain
i watched a cartoon and 
there was a dragon to 
train.
I am part of a platoon but 
really what did i gain.
I played with a a baboon 
and i got traped  with its 
chain.
I played the buffoon and 
nearly missed my train.
I threw a happoon not to 
kill but to restrain.
I will be back soon i said 
over again.
I crossed a lagoon but i 
was soaked in the rain.
I watched the harvest 
moon in the waters of 
the fountain.
I was at a saloon but this 
idea i cannot entertain.
I sawa typhoon once but 
it was a dream and i was 
in Spain.
I made a cocoon this i did 
with disdain.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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