Moon Crazy

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The largest planets have too many spheres

Around them, Jupiter with ninety-five

And greedy wide-ringed Saturn commandeers

So many that our lenses have to strive

To count them.  Moons outnumber planets by

About nine-hundred fold, so no surprise

That men and women really have to try

To keep from going mad with love.  Their eyes

Are always on the lookout for that love

Called sex, that craziness of loving hexed

Upon us by these lunar orbs above

That crush us all together oversexed.

  We cannot sleep by counting white-woolled sheep

    Because we float in lunar hormones, deep.

© Phillip Whidden