Love ‘em and leave ‘em with mass tectonic upheaval.
The Planet And The Wandering Moon
There once was a moon with a wandering eye.
Who’d circle any planet that offered him sky.
And though the stars tutted and suns muttered:
The moon would but shine and sing:
I’m not fussy.
Till the time came to leave and the moon wander on.
With a heavenly body to add to his song.
And though satellites tittered and clouds disapproved.
Seldom was the ocean that hadn’t been moved.