A Club called Moon:
There’s no laughing matter down on the Moon no more.
Just large vacant wholes where those comedy clubs used to be.
They used to put on weekly shows, some of the best giggles
in the Laughisphere…they said: but after the war, Old Moon,
she was nothing but a lost ball of light: and we where stranded
without a sense of humour, in derelict downtown city gloom.