Let’s write a poem, Muse.
“Okay, let’s, Mr. ClownWorld, sir!”
Hey, I wonder where the moon is tonight. So dark.
“Maybe it exploded, sir.”
“How about the sun?”
I’m listening.
“We treat the sun like a second-class star by not giving it a name. ‘The sun’- that’s lame.”
That’s a great idea, Muse. Any names come to mind?
“‘Josh’ or perhaps ‘Betty-Ann,’ sir?”
Uhh, er, hmmm. You know what, Muse? You stick to your strengths, you know, the big picture. I’ll take care of the details…
Thanks to you, I'm going to be listening to "Afternoon Delight" for the rest of the day.
Let’s see, what do we enjoy from the sun? Its warming rays. I think we have a winner. . .