O midnight moon as bright as day,
How I wish you would, please, stay.
Your glow is bright enough to show the way,
Why do we need the Sun, anyway?
Not even an hour with no sign of mobility
and I look like a lobster.
Can you guess which mole has the highest possibility
of cancer to foster?
O sun, please stop increasing my melanoma.
Sunscreen has done nothing but fail me.
Why, oh why, can't you let me be?
I'd honestly rather have glaucoma.
The midnight moon is welcome to linger.
Gentle glow triumphs the rays that goad.
I'm sorry sun,
I wish you'd just implode.
