The dogs were howling because the moon was broke
And everyone thought the sun was a joke
But I knew better and knew it a yoke
Of an egg on Easter day
But should I say?
Oh should I heck!
How many have died or broke their neck
Trying to climb the ladder to laugh and play
When they got egg on their face
No, space
Is not the place for me
I'd rather stay humble, on bended knee
And celebrate just being me
born on Christmas day
(I wasn't by the way)
That was just for dramatic effect
To end the poem
In a convenient way
Now it's ended
I think
Anyway
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