There was a full moon last night. As a July born person I am a Moon Child. I wrote this poem many moons ago.
That darned fool moon has decided
I'm pressed to understand why
To abandon all mood of decorum
And cartwheel about the sky.
I've made several admonitions
And spoken of consequence,
That so far it seemed to listen
Is my only hope of sense.
Who'd of thought the moon go silly
With this awful precedent.
If some night it's gone off missing
I'll say I don't know
Where on earth it went!
from Moon Madness and Other Skywritings.