Poem 15: Light

Light, light, it seems so bright, 
It is the only thing that makes our sight, 
If we didn't have light, we couldn't see right, 
Even at night, 
There is light, 
But it doesn't just come from the street lamps, 
Outside your house, 
It comes from the stars, 
Little suns that look so little, 
That are probably quite big through a telescope, 
Burning its a*s off so much that it makes itself visible, 
"Look at me!" It says, "I'm up here!", 
Light makes a chandelier, 
It makes it shine, 
It makes our lives fine, 
We can drive to work with it better, 
See what we are doing, 
It is the opposite of dark, 
And it makes dogs bark,

The bartenders in the bars,

Stop selling beer,

Once the moon is here.