(2nd Class Peadar) Moon Poem
THE MOON
The moon circles round us every night
There it is always gleaming bright
It acts as a lantern glowing white
Its beam is steady and lights up the night
All kinds of lunatics will soon come out
As men become werewolves, hair will sprout
Every month as the full moon rises
Werewolves gather to give nasty surprises
He always shows us a crumply face
But at least it’s a smile in the sky’s dark place
He looks down upon us, bright eyed and pale
Ever so lonely in his round rocky jail
He pulls the tide in and he pulls the tide out
He makes all the oceans and seas turn about
He gets no time off, save three days a month
Not a great time for people to hunt
His shape can be crescent and sometimes a ball
And then there’s the time when he’s not there at all
When you look at him all on his own way up there
I guess I should worry but I don’t really care
