I pointed my pocket flashlight to the moon,
which, offended, hid behind a passing cloud.
“Now, why did you have to go and do that
for, it’s only when the moon is full
that my wife is in the mood.” my irate neighbour said.
I apologized and offered to hang Chinese
lantern in the highest tree in my garden,
only I’m too old to climb.
My athletic neighbour took the lantern
and hung in on the treetop while his wife stood by
the window and swooned.
Disaster struck, on his way down, he fell, broke both legs,
but so intense was his wife’s ardour that
I had to step in and release her from
the shackles of passion, only then was
she able to call for an ambulance.
I’m fearful of my burly neighbour,
soon he’ll be able to walk again.