Member Poem

Hello, all. I am Moon-Man. I live in the Moon.
Oh such myths you cast on my visage.
I am criminal, prisoned; a stick-stealing goon;
and all manner of odd argy-barge.

I have pilfered your hedges. No, pilfered your sheep.
Maybe both? Make your minds up, dears, do.
I am Cain and I wander about while you sleep.
No truth there; just a fiction by you.

Ah, John Lyly, a humbler approach. That is good:
yes, nobody knows Moon-Man, indeed.
But that said, with a fresh approach, maybe you could?
It is not an impossible deed.

What's required? Why, some whimsy, that's all. It won't hurt.
Take me into your heart, not your mind.
I am Moon-Man, as sweet as your favourite dessert.
I am shiny and happy and kind.