DAY 29
She aged 1,000 years in that one moment!
The moon is made of green cheese and smelled even better.
She could hear the eyes swivelling from side to side
Elizabeth imagined living on the Sea of Tranquillity
The moon is actually made of cream cheese but tastes of beer.

This applies only when the cheese has liquified and feels slippery.

Laiking outside and bouncing up and down will always make your hair curly

azegorrizatton? The shiny coin of mathematics will pay your bills immediately
the high mountain sides, once climbed, prove to be a covering merely for a volcano.
Elizabeth makes her first attempt at skiing down the Mountains of the Moon
she knew they called her Stanza and decided
she will fly to the Moon on a rubber tennis racquet

Definitely the best cheese ever got from the Moon, certainly the best she has seen.

Ana bahebbek, she murmured as she watched
The cow jump over the moon with its papyrus wrinkled skin.

DAY 30

FAREWELL

Farewell, dear muse – but could it be farewell?

The chance to write, compose or fill a space

With words – such is the joy of building verse!

Farewell, my friend but do not leave me long

For should the urge return, I must write more

Those rhyming patterns must perforce be made.

For sonnet, curtal, blank or ruba'iyat,

terza rima or a golden shovel,

all these and more create a joy within

which spins the heart and mind around my pen.

A fond farewell I must in sadness make

But beg you soon return for poetry's sake.