Lunatic

She sports her fat gibbous tonight
Like Cleopatra reclining
For idle suitor declining
Knowing well the dreams she'll ignite
With her curves so boldly exposed
As all her jamboree moonbeams
Burst like bosoms through corset seams
Or other garments so composed
To see manly reason undone
Or somehow likewise hypnotize
With heaven's beauty set to stun
Whenever she is on the rise.
Unlike that mean old blowhard sun
She's much easier on the eyes!