Maurie had been given worst assignments
But most had been easier than this one
They had saddled him with two sidekicks
Cats who hissed and spat at the moon.
The moon was not in the mood for it either.
He kept asking Maurie to take his leave.
But his task was to lull the moon to sleep.
He stayed, fighting off the annoying cats.
The mandolin is amazing for a minstrel.
It gave him the oomph he needed.
He remained calm, and the moon slept.
Also, the pesky cats. Mission accomplished.
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