SPACE

 

Who seeks the Moon

its vastness and it dust?

What lays beneath its

mysterious crust that

has us fascinated – don’t

 

you know, it’s gold, pure

gold that lingers there,

and he, the man who is

said to be on it, has gone

to prospect on the score

 

of carats strewn about

where shouting isn’t

heard, not yet at least,

as space craft hover in.

 

Perhaps he tipples gin

from the mountain tops

practicing a knowing grin

wondering what Gordon’s

means on marketing blurb

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Philipos

Wed 8th Jul 2020 18:35

Thanks Po and Avishek for commenting and the likes. P 👍

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Paul Sayer

Tue 7th Jul 2020 21:18

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