Going to the Moon

It’s like going to the seaside really.
The adrenaline coursing,
the fairground scare
of the bone shaker rocket,
making footprints in the sand,
and the bouncy castle feeling.

Fewer people there of course.
And more clothing.

There’s no ice cream either,
just cheese.

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