I, the moon,

would like it known - I

never follow people home. I

simply do not have the time. And

neither do I ever shine. For what you

often see at night is me reflecting solar

light. And I'm not cheese! No, none of

these: no mozzarellas, cheddars, bries, all

you'll find here - if you please - are my

dusty, empty seas. And cows do not

jump over me. Now that is simply

lunacy! You used to come and

visit me. Oh do return,

I'm lonely, see.

James Carter