Mooning
I knew a young girl
just a pretty face
who lost her mind
in outer space
with a celestial body
decidedly racy
out of this world
but totally spacey
not quite the brightest light
it's true (but what a view) and yet
when gazing at the moon
turned loony... a space cadet
and 'twas the lunar orb
(waxing, waning, new or blue)
of that there's no doubt
whose gravitational pull
simply put... spaced her out
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