It knows what you want for Christmas
and sits back as the stars shine.
The moon gives you one too many sweets.
It forgets the beige jacket it popped
on the banister two hours earlier.
The moon is in charge of its knees
and can’t pronounce all of the names
of the players on its favourite football team.
The moon blinks more than it used to.
It can’t drive in the dark and wishes
it could have one more sugar in its cup of tea.
The moon is exhausted and wants to know
all about the new game you’re playing.
© Carl Burkitt 2021