That old harvest moon
hung full in the sky,
or was that Old Turner's ass
swinging round in the rye?
What the hell did I witness?
Where's the bleach for my eyes?
Is this the end of the world
where everyone dies?
What was he up to with old Mrs. Slaughter?
Couldn't be what I was doing
with the police chief's daughter.
How did his leg end up on that rail on the fence?
I want to die.
I want to scream.
I want this day in past tense!
There is much too much
sagging and swinging in the breeze,
stuff all stretched out and down to the knees.
I swear I'll never drink again,
no more moonshine or swill,
no more bonfires or sneaking
around with sweet MaryLou Hill.
Oh lord, he can't catch me,
I can't look at his face.
I need to run fast through the fields,
forget this damn place
where brief heaven was found
between MaryLou's thighs,
swiftly followed by hell
as I heard the old man's cries.
I swear it'll be nothing but
the straight and narrow for me now,
gone with carousing
only school and work will be allowed.
I'll move to the city,
no more farm life and cows,
no more seeding,
and threshing,
and using the plow.
I'll never–
Wait, what's that horrible noise that I hear?
A shrill beeping of sorts,
it's gratingly loud, the sound is so clear.
Make it stop! Please, I beg!
Oh, it's just the alarm.
This was only a dream
but it sure did look like the farm...
Uh, there was a moon in the sky,
and a whole lot of running,
and a weird sensation,
and something and something?
Oh well, guess I'll just get
on my phone for a few,
check the score of the game,
text sweet MaryLou too.
Looks like I did that already,
and sent a few pics.
Is that what I think it is?
I'm gonna be sick...
I'm never drinking again,
I've been scared stiff.
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Thank you for reading?
Uh...(shrugs shoulders and smirks a little) so this one started from me seeing a picture of all the full moons set for 2024, and I laughed to myself that they were forgetting a few. Whatever, I never claimed to mature. And this crazy thing just popped out, lol. Hope you got a laugh!
P.S. Please don't send me pictures of any 'moons' you happen to capture...hahahaha!!!
Comments (11)
I've had a horrible day but this actually made me smile. Thanks
Entertaining poem & read!@@ Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Were they dick pics by any chance? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem!
Though if you were drinking that heavily, what is the likelihood that you'd also be scared "stiff"? (Sorry, just had to go there.) So it's no longer the man in the moon but the old man on the other side of the moon about whom we should worry? (In your dreams, you say? That's what I thought.)
Hahaha, oh my goodness this gave me a chuckle! Nicely done!
Well written!
Good laugh for my day!
What a hoot!
Oh this was fun! 😁
Bahahaha. You're lucky we can't reply with pics. God knows how many Creator moons you'd get.
Very powerful beautiful poem!