The Moon Man

Along was a man with a mottled name. He was tall and handsome and played no game When dealing with pitch and musical things. This man loved to drive to school and meetings In his ninety seven stick shifting beast Giving the gas pedal an ample feast. Learning was the thing he loved to do most. Nothing pleased him like peanut butter toast. Piano was his instrument of choice Along with singing and using his voice Either to cantillate or recite lines. Eyes wide as the pitch of his voice declines. Ties he delighted in and wished to wear Almost every day; to school and elsewhere. Center of his life was Yahweh, I Am And his home was eternal, just like Spam. His ultimate goal was to be the moon; To reflect the Son and to see Him soon.