The Moon Poem by Phil Soar

The moon's my ruling planet, it starts my day off right,

It programmes things into my mind, in the middle of the night;

And when I rise from slumberland, and greet a brand new day,

It's the moon that makes me act so strange, and takes my mind away.



I do things I don't normally do, when the moon is on the wane,

It programmes silly thoughts and deeds, into my simple brain;

It once made me a sceptic, I could see into the past,

It once made a sexual freak, but I couldn't make it last.



I wonder how the programme works, it changes with the tides,

Sometimes I feel I'm all aglow, making people split their sides;

On other days I'm a desperate man, full of such remorse,

I'd ride into the sunset, but I haven't got a horse.



The Moon's my ruling planet and I think it's playing tricks,

I woke one day, in a bale of hay, and my pockets full of sticks,

I thought that I was going daft, so checked into a clinic,

Run by a doctor from the east, his name was Roman Stinic.



He looked me up and down, which was the strangest thing to do,

I was lying prone upon a bed, so I guess he had no clue;

He put me on some tablets, in the corner of the room,

Have you ever stood on tablets, they break up pretty soon.



The moon's my ruling planet and it programmes me at night,

It scares me something silly, and at times affects my sight;

I look into the mirror and I see a darkened place,

I'm sitting in a cupboard, and I cannot see my face



I cannot see my willie and I cannot see my telly,

Perhaps I need to diet, and get rid of my large belly,

The moon's my ruling planet, and it activates my brain,

I think it's time to stop this rhyme, before I go insane.