Eight-line Poems

A Picayune Afternoon

A Picayune Afternoon

The moon in June makes me croon and spoon
but what tune I croon I’ll not tell very soon
you may call me a loon or poltroon or a goon
or even, as a boon, a buffoon or baboon
though never the monsoon would make me immune
from the typhoon in Rangoon especially at noon
whereas my bassoon may be more attuned
if cocooned and harpooned out by the lagoon.


Line count: 8
Nonsense poetry, rhymed profusely and irrationally
For Express It In Eight, April 09 2021
Prompt: Illustration of a moon.