Oh the moon in its invidious <br />state of affair as I grapple <br />with my slumber's adamant bee- <br />queathal, and, as it stings <br />potential to conscious states <br /> <br />of woe... <br />my sleep comes slow and I have <br />no poesy <br />my sleep comes slow and I have <br />a converse friend with goD <br />Dog spelled backwards of the fiend! <br /> <br />I've caught a tear and it's mine; <br />I've put it in my bathtub and <br />will wash my Dog <br />spelled backwards - <br />he's so dirty!<br /><br />Dog goD 8Hate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/piquant-moon/
