Moonomania
The moon’s a golf ball in the sky or some Cyclopean great eye. The moon’s a spinning wheel of cheese— Stilton or Roquefort, if you please. How well night wears her moonocle! With a look that’s quite iroonical! She squints and squints, as though she read the Sunday funnies before bed. Or could it be great literature? To wrack the brain with fiteratures? Perhaps she’s a pearlescent spoon or some sad child’s misplaced balloon. She glows and glows, a jellyfish, or, sparkling clean, a china dish. And now she dwindles to a nail clipped off, or some bright fish’s scale. A silver boat, that bobs and floats to overhear our anecdotes. Ah, here she stops at our port of call— step in, and bring the alcohol!
Dear Readers, since the last couple of Friday Frivolity posts were rather long and involved, I wanted to give you something more lighthearted and—dare I say it—actually frivolous. I hope no one will get annoyed by the preponderance of puns in this poem—I read too much Ogden Nash as a child. As always, let me know what you think in the comments, like this post if you appreciate the puns, and share with a friend <3
In case you missed it, here are the past two Fridays’ posts, on the centennial of The Great Gatsby and the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice and the way it’s been remixed and reinterpreted in art, literature, film, and fashion throughout the centuries.
What a cool poem! I've always loved the moon.This was so sweet and funny...moonocle just cracked me up.I could definitely picture the moon with her moonocle...Thanks for sharing with us;this made my evening!💕💖
"A silver boat, that bobs and floats
to overhear our anecdotes."
Fab! 👏