Tonight the moon kept me up.
He kept looking in my window, and saying.

“come out and play!
It’s practically day”


but this I didn’t believe.

The clock struck eleven and I shouted
towards heaven.
"go to bed you silly old man."

As you can see,
by the things said by me,
I wasn’t the moon’s greatest fan.

At any rate,
it was getting late,
and i needed my sleep for the day.
So I shut tite the blinds and,
lay down on my pillow ,
But still from the heavens the light it did billow.

“Come out and play!
It’s practically day”
that lump of green cheese had to jest!
“I’ll be out in the morning,
and then I’ll be mourning the loss ,
of the worlds largest pest!”


A glance at the clock revealed it was two.
Angrily, strangely armed with a shoe.
I set out to shoot down the moon.

Quietly out In the yard I stood ,
setting my sleepy-eyed sights on the moon.

And then in my head a thought did erupt that
I in fact was the buffoon!


Under the stars I quietly thought, and then I walked down round the bend.
It’s not so bad in this world that’s gone mad if you follow the advice of a f