It's a lonely rock in the midst of space,
full of beauty,
full of grace,
only 12 people have visited its cratered crust,
two dozen boots have stirred it's dust.
Like all of us it has a dark side,
it affects our water and pulls our tide,
werewolves will howl when they come out at night,
seeking victims to bite in its eery light.
The romance of the lune
makes everyone swoon,
heavenly satellite,
our eternal moon.
Biscuits: Lemon and Lime Jaffa Cakes
Tasting Notes: Tangy
Score: 7 out of 10
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please tell us what you think about our poems and the biscuits