Moon versus Sun (Championship Title)

Like a true poet, I am no slave to shackled thoughts

My mind imagines things, it is all over

You think about ordinary issues

Very predictable:

It is sunny today—not that I disagree

But I would love to see the sun breathe its rays

On your bald pate and see you arguing with it

Along these lines, “Sun, cool off your tempers

How about saving your energy for the night

Moon came over to my neighbourhood

Boasting of his might”

Sun would reply:

“Really? I am king, ain’t I?”

“Yes you are, you rule the Milky Way,” he would say,

“But my problem with you is that you rule during the day”

“What kind of talk is that?”

“I am just saying”

Moon would be strolling by, thoroughly amused

Sun would gleam at him and say,

“Moon, looks like we haven’t had a fight for quite a while now”

“Yep. I am spoiling for a fight. Let the fight begin”

Moon would let out a war cry, chest-thump

And say something like, “Not my fault I have to kill”

Sun would equally say, “Let the galaxy witness this,

Moon has asked for it”

The argument would go on for a while

The observer would let say Africa be the boxing ring

And kick everyone from the ring and blow the whistle

Moon would do some push-ups and somersault

Sun would be cool, calculating

They would size each other up

Besides the ring would be a gigantic fire extinguisher

The size of Antarctica

A brush of punches lets a spark

Now, the ring is smoke-filled,

Moon is retreating….Sun is advancing

Blows are raining on somebody….a grunt is heard

More smoke now…fire…fire…Moon dashes out of the ring

And jumps into the Atlantic Ocean…Sun follows him up…

The ref restrains him…Sun says, “Gotta teach him a lesson,

I am sun. I am the King. How dare he!”

Now Moon is holding up a white flag and coming up

Plucks an olive branch…waves it…

The galaxy’s breath lets out…that was very, very close

Africa would have burnt out!

C) Lorot Salem 2011