How the Moon Spent the Night With Jacque
Pale shafts of lunar light
in gilded hues, they paint the night
a Whippoorwill cries, a cricket chirps
Jacque sips a beer, he waves, he burps
"Hallo moon," Jacque toasts the sky,
his lips still moist with pilsner pleasant,
"Hello you," the moon replied and
"Beer me, bitch!" laughed the crescent
(sounds of many beers being
opened and enjoyed)
The night was wild, rowdy, fun,
then hazy dawn, the rising sun
it's glare intense on field and clover
"Turn out that light," says the moon...
I'm too hung-over!"