Whalen, Thanks for posting the entire poem.

I seemed to remember The Highwayman ending in bloody gunshots and death, and so it did! Now when I see the full moon I'll work very hard to replace that grisly image with:

"The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;"

Thanks a LOT Whalen & Boomer! :yuck: :a20:

TONY!!!
Oh man! You guys are all cracked! We have a glorious moon, and you're all talking about death & destruction, gunshots, and now bare bottoms! It will take a looong time for me to get these images out of my head!

In early December we had a spectacular conjunction of the crescent Moon and the planets, and somebody thought it was earthworm hunters on a hill. LOL
I can't wait to see what you come up with for the comet next month! :22yikes:

Judy, Judy, Judy,

All you have to do is stop after the third stanza before you get to that jealous whackadoo, the stable guy. And all that other stuff.

See, if you stop there, then you are left with just the image of the hot bad guy on the horse, galloping along that "ribbon of moonlight" road. You know -- the breeches and the boots and the sword. You'll get the picture.

Try that next time.

Boomer

Hahahaha! Boomer, I'm trying! I get the image of the hot bad guy and the tight breeches and "ribbon of moonlight" and (thanks to TONY!!!) the hot bad guy pulls down his breeches and moons everybody on the highway! I'm not sure if this is a bad thing... :1rotfl:
Judy

Noooooooooooooooo!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuugh!!!!!!!!!

Boomer, never to be the same

UU
Just try to focus on the "ribbon of moonlight", and not think about Tony's bottom.:1rotfl:

Boomer, I'm sorry. Truly. I was joking and I ruined it for you. Try clicking your heels together and saying "ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight"

Whalen, I'm clicking my heels together.
"ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight..."

(And forget I even mentioned "The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow..." I can just imagine what Tony will make of that!)

JUDY!!!

OK.

I will try.

OK.

(Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.)

(Stay calm. Think "Ribbon of Moonlight." Think beautiful poetry.)

OK, Boomer, OK.

(Think beautiful poetry with moonlight in it.)

........................

OK.

"The moon never beams without bringing me dreams" of...................

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAUUUUUUGH!!!!!!!

THE HORSE JUST GOT REPLACED WITH A '57 CHEVY!!!!

Boomer

Hahahahaha! Oh, I AM so sorry!
What color is the Chevy?

Judy, Judy, Judy,

You are indeed a fiend.

(turquoise and white and it has those fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror and I think I see fender skirts)

And now, I have to go explain to Mr. Boomer why I am sitting all alone in my kitchen laughing like some kind of lunatic -- lunatic -- lunatic. And I guess we all know where that word came from.

Boomer

You people are way over my head. I stopped by to see about moon stuff, and I find you people talking about some guy.

Do I have it right that he was after the farmer's daughter, or some such woman? "I'm after a prize tonight," is what he said. I don't know about you, but I think I know what the prize was. Something to do with "new fallen snow?" (yuk . . poke . . . poke)

I have so much trouble with poetry.

The guy stops by for a "prize" and upsets the Brits. How did they get into this? Do the Brits protect their daughters with muskets? That could explain why the Prince of Wales looks like he does.

Are you folks veering slightly off the moon topic? :shrug:

Tony, just ever so slightly...
Boomer, I'm sorry. The devil moon made me do it.

Hey Hey Tony,

Look whos talking! Me thinks you veered off the moon topic so far you fell in a crevice!!!!:1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:

Nonie, Nonie, Nonie,

Have you ever known me to engage in rambling conversations? Be honest now.

Oh NONIE!!! You're as bad as Tony is!!! :1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:
Ribbon of moonlight... ribbon of moonlight...