Feeble attempt to restrict moon viewing.

I’m trying my damnest to think of a way to copywrite the full moon.
I want full ownership of that monthly event that blows up like a balloon.
I could make a small fortune from moonstruck lovers who like that light from above.
I would get a remittance from everyone who was smitten with puppy love.
The moon in the picture is mine. I took it from my own back yard.
But if I had the rights to the lunar image you would have to carry a card
That gave you permission to look to the sky on nights when the moon was full.
The card costs a buck and by now you’re aware this poet is plumb full of bull.
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