WriterJohnB
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Here's a silly poem I wrote a few years ago.
Mare Insanitatus
A crazy crew of lunatics sailed to the moon in schooner ships.
They flitted over lunar seas and littered them with lunacies.
They ditched their schizophrenias, and jettisoned their manias;
then split their personalities, and pitched them like banalities.
But then they sensed an eerie presence - alien in the very essence.
With one blue eye, luminescent, ’round a pupil, incandescent,
there stood a lunar, beaky vulture, in duds that truly reeked of culture.
Beneath a hat of kiwi fruit, he wore a patched, green leisure suit.
Og owned these endless pools of Luna, trolled for finless schools of tuna
that swim like eels through fairy caves, far down beneath the arid waves.
He’d not permit these on his world, this lot on ships with sails unfurled.
For all of time, he’d ruled moon’s seas; he’d take no spite from fools like these.
Like sharpened knife, he flashed his gaze, and from his eye shot dazzling rays.
It mesmerized those wary folk; he hypnotized them ere he spoke,
“You’re not from here; just what are you?” Daft mind unclear, one answered, “Who?”
So these were hoos, Og wrongly guessed, and then he shooed them to his nest.
Deep down below the crater Tychos, gleefully he drove those psychos
to his dark retreat beneath the ground, where they perceived tink-clinking sounds.
The tune of hungry beaks of chicks? Their doom to be cheep menu picks?
But, bright and hot, Og's eye lit up; they spied a pot and nine chipped cups.
There fussed his mate, ’bout eight-foot-three. Nonplussed, she gaily made them tea.
Things eased a tad, the tension slacked; at least they hadn’t been attacked.
Enjoying tea, their hostess kind, they couldn’t see their host behind,
who honed his beak for easy cuts. He hoped to eat a meal of nuts.
Beak keen, he leapt straight at those hoos; this meal was one he'd hate to lose.
He came fast at them, sharp beak slashing, but the madmen started laughing.
His steely jaws met naught but air; it seemed the madmen were not there.
And now Og grasped their source of mirth. They’d stashed their bodies back on Earth.
Mare Insanitatus
A crazy crew of lunatics sailed to the moon in schooner ships.
They flitted over lunar seas and littered them with lunacies.
They ditched their schizophrenias, and jettisoned their manias;
then split their personalities, and pitched them like banalities.
But then they sensed an eerie presence - alien in the very essence.
With one blue eye, luminescent, ’round a pupil, incandescent,
there stood a lunar, beaky vulture, in duds that truly reeked of culture.
Beneath a hat of kiwi fruit, he wore a patched, green leisure suit.
Og owned these endless pools of Luna, trolled for finless schools of tuna
that swim like eels through fairy caves, far down beneath the arid waves.
He’d not permit these on his world, this lot on ships with sails unfurled.
For all of time, he’d ruled moon’s seas; he’d take no spite from fools like these.
Like sharpened knife, he flashed his gaze, and from his eye shot dazzling rays.
It mesmerized those wary folk; he hypnotized them ere he spoke,
“You’re not from here; just what are you?” Daft mind unclear, one answered, “Who?”
So these were hoos, Og wrongly guessed, and then he shooed them to his nest.
Deep down below the crater Tychos, gleefully he drove those psychos
to his dark retreat beneath the ground, where they perceived tink-clinking sounds.
The tune of hungry beaks of chicks? Their doom to be cheep menu picks?
But, bright and hot, Og's eye lit up; they spied a pot and nine chipped cups.
There fussed his mate, ’bout eight-foot-three. Nonplussed, she gaily made them tea.
Things eased a tad, the tension slacked; at least they hadn’t been attacked.
Enjoying tea, their hostess kind, they couldn’t see their host behind,
who honed his beak for easy cuts. He hoped to eat a meal of nuts.
Beak keen, he leapt straight at those hoos; this meal was one he'd hate to lose.
He came fast at them, sharp beak slashing, but the madmen started laughing.
His steely jaws met naught but air; it seemed the madmen were not there.
And now Og grasped their source of mirth. They’d stashed their bodies back on Earth.
