The Moon Is Bald, The Sun Is Dreadlocked.

#Freestyle .

Bald Moon

A modest bald lady,

Sits at night, smiling light,

The dark hounding clouds mounds,

Envious with jealousy,

To erase the smile,

By swhooshing, curling a storm.

The moon keeps smiling,

Contented and bald,

Smiling some more,

Among the boisterous,

Showy clouds,

Mean and mad,

At the committed and confident,

Bald moon,

Smiling widely.