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A Moon Lampoon The man in the moon Came down too soon And asked the way to Norwich*; He went by the south And burnt his mouth By eating cold pease porridge.** I looked for the place He’d come from space And found a great big ladder. It would make me proud To pierce the clouds But not would leave me sadder. For many a mile I climbed that stile To and through the clouds I went, And the stars drew near, The moon quite clear, But space smells of bacon scent.*** To the moon I rose, Grounded my toes On that vista of blue cheese. Walked from Wensleydale To Roquefort’s vale And Camembert’s fields of ease. Oh, I cannot tell About those smells Of mighty Gorgonzola; Saint Agur did pong And Stilton’s strong**** Amid the streams of cola. Then I came back home No more to roam, Down ladder long and dreary. I had feasted well, So strong the smell, That friends they won’t come near me! Line Count: 36 (including the first stanza) Rhyme scheme aabccb, syllables 5-4-7-5-4-7 For Promptly Poetry, Week 51 Prompt: There's a ladder, you can't see where it goes because of the clouds. Where might this ladder to the sky lead? Notes: The first stanza is actually an old English nursery rhyme to which I have devised an answer. * Pronounced Norridge by the locals. ** Pease porridge is made of peas, although “pease” is the old, singular form of the word. *** Astronauts report that, after a space walk, their suits smell of bacon, admittedly overdone. **** All these cheeses are blue with the one exception of Camembert, which is weird enough to be welcomed among their ranks. I have sampled them all and can attest to both their wonderful, subtle tastes and powerful perfumes! |