A Short Poem of Man and Moon

OUR AMERICAN MOON, MAN

If the moon is made of cheese
ours is in a can
under pressure to perform
by directive of the Man.
"Get on this cracker here!"
"And by 1969!"
That seems about as good a year
as any other time.
And with that, have we won?
Or are we off to see the Sun?
But careful there, read: Beware!
Contents in a can, under pressure,
may explode.