The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
She’s a pretty round face girl.
:bingung :hammer
That’s a lovely poem
Met, Yu know say yu really really bad! (Lol). So, you have a poem bout de MOON, and me have a likkle song bout de SUN:
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy, when skies are gray.
You never know Dear, how much I love you.
So, please don’t take my sunshine away.
Big up Yuself and yu website Mums! And behave yuself!!! DWL.
:kiss