by Nick Gisburne
The Moon has brought a daughter to the sky
A copy, down to every dusty rock
A nuisance I am adamant must die
Allow me to illuminate my shock
I like to keep my flight path clear and clean
I cannot orbit any other way
A tidy Earth, I’m passionately keen
To keep the dregs, the asteroids, at bay
The Moon seemed almost motionless that night
But then at 4, Pacific Time, went wild
Already full, she amplified her light
And there it was, another moon, a child
Appreciate the problems this provides
Confusion for the werewolves, and the tides
