Moongoole.

To moon
We’re gone
To fall upon
Respected face
With tested pace.
A meal
Is made,
A maker paid,
For bacon back
And vacuum flask.
By morn
And more
We’re taken o’er
Yon eyebrows crest
‘Til fall and rest.
Then seeing
A vein
Where to find rain
We bathe a day
Then well away.
And by week
End
Happens the wind
To take our worth
And back to
Earth.