The Right Lunar Terrace Concept
These pronouncements, from the moon, were made in dead of night:
By Jupiter and Saturn, and all the gods between
That fester in this hemisphere, put out that bloody light!
Or all celestial bodies will be itching for a fight
With her whom poets dub the night's own queen.
These suggestions, from the moon, are made in most good faith
To demonstrate the patience of the hunter's friend
I, quite the stealthy turner, will deform them on my lathe
Until their heav'nly bodies are as thin as any wraith
And have a sort of bauble on the end
These small rocklets, from the moon, are made from greenest cheese
The vacuum kept them well preserved en route
You never will have tasted titbits half as good as these
(Best served chilled at -1.72°)
Unless you've licked this mildewed hiking boot?
Contributors: | Apsley, Beefy, F, Ethetran, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 7th July 2004 by Beefy. |