I am aware that some people are great and beautiful poets, and i thought I would try something a bit more serious rather than my usual whimsical stuff
When the sun finally takes his final bow,Exiting beneath the horizons mask. As the daytime world goes to rest, The creatures of the night stir their soul. The owl ghosts through the sky, The silent ruler of the night. As the moon comes to rule the heavens, While the stars twinkle in approval, Its time for, a Dominos Pizza… or maybe a kebab, but not one that looks like an elephants leg, and just lettuce and tomato on it, please.