Strawberry Moon

I took a bite of strawberry moon and spit the seeds as stars.

I rode a salmon dressed in peach on a weekend trip to Mars.

There I met a fresh-baked loaf of pumpernickel rye,

who offered me a hearty slice of pumpkin-pickle pie.

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“Pumpkin-pickle pie?” I asked. Oh my, does that sound odd?

I was assured it was delicious, by a bowtie wearing cod.

Unsure that I could trust him, of corruption he did smell,

I asked a chicken bathing in a pool of lemon gel.

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The chicken then directed me to a stand of broccoli,

who were arguing health benefits with asparagus and peas.

The veggies paused to ponder my query. At once, they all agreed,

that I should try the pumpkin-pickle, for both were healthy feed.

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I took a bite of the odd-smelling pie. My face, it did turn green.

I turned and saw the fish and veggies laugh and point at me.

They thought it was hilarious, and I guess that I did too.

For I laughed as hard as they did, though my hands were turning blue.

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I noticed shortly after that my feet had changed to flippers,

but with silky fur and whiskers so they looked like kitten slippers.

My eyes were as big as saucers. I was sure I was seeing double.

That’s when I knew that nasty pie was nothing more than trouble.

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I heard a rainbow in the sky calling out my name,

inviting me to come along and end this silly game.

I hopped aboard the rainbow and woke up in my bed.

By the way I feel right now, I’m sure I landed on my head.

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Go take a bite of strawberry moon and fly among the stars.

You’ll meet the strangest creatures on your weekend trip to Mars.

If you come across a smiling codfish wearing a bowtie,

enjoy the ride, but never eat his pumpkin-pickle pie.

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For Mike Singleton's Moon in June Challenge