Round is the shape of the harvest moon
and the shade of indigo is the sky
tonight is the time for the appearance of loons
So I ventured out last night to say “Hi”
I brought with me a step ladder
and some boards and hammers for nailing...
For I was drunk and it did not matter
If my scheme had a great chance of failing.
It was only me inside of that field
me and a scary black cat.
My drunken mind believed the moon would yield
cheddar cheese to store in my vats.
The cat it meowed and licked it’s paw
and the cat thought “This stupid moron”
I glanced at it and with a loud guffaw
I proceeded to pile boards on---
my three step ladder and nailed them in place
(I’m surprised some actually held up)
I worked like mad, with a stupid drunk face,
all to grab some cheddar cheese grub.
I placed and I hammered what I brought in my cart
(For I it had wheeled out to the field.)
I felt so brave, I felt so smart
These thoughts did have my fate sealed...
My construction reached enormous heights
(Or it did in my imagination)
I thought it was ready to get on it and climb
I thought I’d be society’s sensation!
That people would come from different lands
all to see my construction piece...
in droves, they come in cars and vans
and climb up to the Moon of Cheese!
That night was also Friday the Thirteenth
But I had no fear of bad luck
I thought of this and brought with me
a horseshoe, which I then stuck
onto the Black Cat, with the help of duck-tape
(She didn’t appreciate this one bit)
and I was filled with painful cuts and scrapes
when decided to go and commit
This genius act! To reach the Moon!
It had clearly not been done before...
I took a backpack to hold my tools
and as I went along, I placed more---
wooden boards which I stabilized
with the use of my nails of iron
The Moon’s power had made me energized
and cheddar cheese it made me desire!
But then my friends all came looking for me
they had all known something was wrong
when I did not take their offer of coffee
then out of doors I went along...
and worried for all of my antics
and worried more still that I was drunk
They all set off practically frantic
and of all of these things I did had thunk!
When I at last heard all of their voices
when they had found me in that yellow green pasture
They did not agree with most of my choices
but this one was a future disaster!
I was on the twenty-sixth stepping mount
and could see the skyline of my town
The alcohol in my blood was losing it’s count,
when they approached and yelled to, “Get down!”
I took one last glimpse of the bright white moon
before my ladder collapsed to the ground.
They took me the hospital I’m left to assume
My hospital bed they did surround.
I had passed out, and needed to recover
but I do not regret my venture one bit
That I survived, it was a wonder!
However, I’m still disappointed...
That that alcohol gave me a terrible crash
... it ruined my entire, ambitious plan!
But I’ll try again! I have a stash---
of construction materials so I can
try once again to reach the Moon of the Harvest
and hope that I can possess it’s cheese...
I heard it’s flavor is of the best
and the tastebuds it does appease.
But never again on the Thirteenth of Friday!
That was just a bad idea...
My horseshoe clearly did not allay
The luck of the cat, ( Whom, I dubbed Maria...)
The remnants of my last attempt
may still be found pasture, all yellow green
the memory of my fast descent
in broken chaos may be seen.
I do not blame the Harvest Moon
for the antics of my inner mind
I know it just may bring out the inner buffoon
that’s in all of us to find...
