Makeover

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