I ate a moon cookie on New Years’ Day,
it was quite a skookum delight.
The next day, the moon exploded in my head
and gave the town a fright.
Foggy beams rolled from 8th and Robinson
to the Deer Creek Mission;
they collided with the capital dome
and legislative elision.
The town was lit brighter than Spica
When my dome exploded.
The forecaster was blinded,
and the change was duly noted.
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