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The crazy black moon,
Came out one noon,
To meet a saintly goon,
Who cursed him with a boon.
The moon wept from his nose,
The goon ate the moon with his toes,
With open eyes, he then did doze.
The eyes began to run, hence he let them close.
Don’t you laugh, it is not comical,
The story is infact a veridical.
*As a part of NaPoWriMo. #16
*The prompt by NaPoWriMo today was: “to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. Your lies could be silly, complicated, tricky, or obvious.” 
*Also, do visit my friends who are participating in the challenge. You won’t be disappointed.


19 comments on “The black moon!”

  1. Your poem is intrinsically wrongCan a moon so strongCome at noon with a big bong?A black moon is what puzzled me all along…But your poem, so strongcompels me to play along! ;)Your short poems are really sweet di! Always make my day 😀

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