The Moon
THE MOON
We’ve a friend up there ever so high
A bright ball up in the sky.
There’s a full moon in June
When romance is enhanced,
And young men on their knees,
Oft’ submit marriage pleas.
Made of cheese green,
One week later can be seen
To have been nibbled upon
By a heavenly member of the Zodiac.
Pisces, the fish in fact.
At this phase of the moon,
It is thought that a cow jumped over
As a dish ran away with a spoon.
When another week has passed
It has been nibbled in half
By Taurus, the bull’s young calf.
Another week it looks forlorn
Having been chewed by the goat,
Named Capricorn.
End of fourth week
There is practically no more,
But the black new moon
Will see it’s slowly restored.
Copyright © Stanley Ohlswager | Year Posted 2016
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