Tag Archives: #moon

Under the Light of the Midnight Moon

Are different species able to communicate clearly and concisely with each other? – perhaps through an empathetical voice (as it seems most people rarely hear them.


‘Under the Light of the Midnight Moon’

Under the light
of the Midnight Moon,
A Racoon asked a Loon,
“Have you seen my spoon?”

And the Loon said, “No.“

Forest on the Moon – revisited

There once was a forest upon the Moon

that flourished for a while

but vanished too soon;

a realm of trees upon her face,

a woodland there in outer space.


And all the creatures of the trees

lived happily, life was a breeze;

swinging through the branches high

the monkeys laughed, and then did cry;

for, when the forest realm could not rebirth,

they all fell, back down to Earth.

Everything under the Sun

Everything under the sun,

must mean everything;

but, what about when the Sun goes off to bed?

Everything under the Moon?

But, the Moon isn’t always there

when the Sun is off getting some shut-eye

So, when the Sun and the Moon

are off wherever they go to at night,

is there anything left?

boBob and boBeep May be going to the Moon – Revisited.

boBeep: Hello, boBob!

boBob: Hello, boBeep!

boBeep: Where are you going to in such a hurry?

boBob: I am going to the Moon!

boBeep: The Moon?

boBob: Yes, The Moon!

boBeep: How are you getting to the Moon?

boBob: I’ve got a ticket!

boBeep: A ticket?

boBob: Yes! A ticket to the Moon.

boBeep: Oh… I’d like a ticket to the Moon.

boBob: I’ve got a spare one.

boBeep: A spare one? A spare ticket to the Moon?

boBob: Yes. I had a voucher for a BOGOF offer.

boBeep: A ‘BOGOF’ offer? For a ticket to the Moon?

boBob: Yes. I bought one ticket for the Moon, and they gave me another ticket for the Moon free.

boBeep: Free? A free ticket for the Moon?

BoBob: Well, I had to buy the first ticket, so not really ‘free’.

boBeep: Oh. How much was ‘your’ ticket?

boBob: My ticket was free.

boBeep: So, my ticket would have been at the same price?

boBob; You wish.

NB any similarities between Eccles and Bluebottle are purely of my own fault. G:)

“How Big is the Moon?”

“How Big is the Moon?”


The sky was so big,

the moon so small,

yellow and ridged

like a lone tennis ball

“It’s made of cheese!”

I heard someone say,

and that made my night

as it sometimes makes my day.

The Moon in May –

though not in June,

as old songs would say –

its light shining down

and showing the way.

“How big is the Moon?”

‘Quite big.’ I’d say.

Moon Over Looe (with four-let’r word)

Moon Over Looe.

That Moon,

over Looe,

blue, slim

with edge thin;

lost, bold, cold;

what else?

Cool dude,

nude, rude,

spin away?

Ne’er! Stay!

That Moon,

over Looe,


Xtreme Gardening: I’ve bought a little allotment

I’ve bought a little allotment,

an acre on the Moon,

peaceful, quiet (though the soil is none too good);

I haven’t actually been there,

I hope to get there soon.

The Moon Stayed at Home

The Moon stayed at home, tonight;

we couldn’t see her corporeal light,

the sky was dark

stars didn’t shine,

and everyone went to bed at nine.

The Boon

The Boon

She asked a boon,

“Could I have the Moon,

upon a bed of lettuce?”

I, thought once,

thought twice;

and gave her the Moon

on a colourful bed of rainbow rice.

Not what she wanted,

but almost as nice.

The Day the Tides All Stopped.

The Day the Tides All Stopped.

The Moon

above the trees

fluttering in the breeze –

the Moon, not the trees –

in the Lunar Wind blew away;

the tides all stopped that day.