(Percy Honri 1901)
The man in the moon
Is not the man in the moon
Oh yes, he shines his yellow light
hangs suspended in the sky
full and fat enough to make you
think, it is, it’s him alright
Tonight, he came up slow and sad
his old face cracked and gurning
a ‘look at me!’ moon-man
a very knowing moon-man
an over-acting moon-man
pouting and rolling his eyes
A ukulele appeared, and so he played
a melancholy moon-tune
And, as he played
his ludicrously small feet danced
in tiny moon-man shoes, they danced
not any kind of dance you’d know
they danced the moon
they danced the moon
they danced the moon fandango
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Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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