On The Moon Poem by Peter Vealey

Living on the moon.
At night it gets you down.
When those solar rays
Are far, far away.
Star on the ocean of time.
Leaves a lifeline.
But what do i care?
Have too many to carry
on the moon.
Safe n' sound
With my reproductive pulloids
Over and ok.
It`s not like the astronomers
described it.
It's only a dead hole.
Your universes apart.
Goodnight, goodbye and out.
It's nothing to shout about
On the interstellar intercom.
Relaying a Christmas carol
Gonna cry.
Had too much of
Living on your palms
When back home
In sweet Angeles.
Now I've got the
Whole milky way
Enclosing me.
Sing of me on your Christmas
Turkey.
Saddest soul ever saw,
Was a legend
Before and after his time.