Down in the secret moon control room,
It was dark and damp there in the gloom,
A projector that was built in the desert sands,
Shone a moon into the sky across all the lands.

There worked three men the names unknown,
Who had no family and had no home,
They lived and worked there year after year,
So when the sun went down the moon would appear.

Man one had worked there since 63,
Plucked from the streets in Tennessee,
He controlled the illumination,
As the moon shone high above every nation.

Man two started work in 76,
A combat veteran of four conflicts,
His job was to control the trajectory,
As the moon moved over each town and city.,

Man three began work in 79,
An ex-convict released from doing time,
On the understanding he would control the size,
Of the moon as it waxed and waned in the skys.

All went well for year after year,
It was a simple job and their task was clear,
Convince everyone that the moon existed,
Though the conspiracy theories still persisted.

Then one day at a poker game,
Man one lost a hand and started laying the blame,
At man two who it’s said had occasionally cheated,
Then man three got involved and it got rather heated.

Man one pushed man two into some sort of control,
And the moon started flashing from half moon to whole,
The astronomers and scientists couldn’t believe their eyes,
When ten seconds later the moon trebled in size.

As the men fought and wrestled in the moon control room,
The population of the earth thought they were meeting there doom,
The moon flew from France to Russia in the blink of an eye,
Flying this way and that way all across the sky.

The army were sent to control the situation,
And explained about the panic spreading nation to nation,
The leaders were furious and at the end of their tether,
So the men now mop the floors where they control the weather.
© LoneAlien