A Sonnet

The Sun to me raised up her fiery head
“Get this foolish Moon away from my light!
Set him to follow you around instead
I ask you do this only for one night.”

“Ah, but Sun,” I said, “How could this be done?
For I cannot rise up to sky above
nor the Moon come down to the earth for fun.
And what could I get from this you speak of?”

My query she could not answer very well:
“I was only asking for a favor.”
With that she rolled down into the dell
Though it was plain she didn’t look braver.

Mister Moon arose from the clouds of pink.
He looked down at me and gave a wink.

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