Oh Moon!
Orbiting above,
Capital-lettered satellite
(As that is your actual name,
Unlike the encircling orbs of other planets
Such as Mars),
Phobos and Deimos are the moons of Mars. Correct!
How strange that you were not blessed with a name
At the font of Mother Nature – astronomy division.
Poets have used you in their poetry.
Writers, in their writing;
And oft you’ve been romantically linked,
Whether illuminating lust-filled romps in country fields,
Or the splendidly ornate bedrooms of royalty.
You know no boundaries of class
When maidens’ breasts you shine upon.
Curved, heaving, passionate mounds.
For that you are to be admired,
Your globular shape brings carnal imagery
To the most creative of writers.
You truly are – as Showaddywaddy put it
“The Moon of Love”.
Moon
The Moon.
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