To The Moon

My Cousin scared the hell out of me when he bought a space shuttle.
When he blasted off, I wet my pants and was standing in my pee puddle.
A con man sold him some property on the Moon.
He wanted to live there and become a pioneer like Daniel Boone.
I tried my best to talk him out of going there but he was determined to leave.
But he forgot that the Moon has no oxygen and he was not able to breathe.
When he landed his space shuttle, he regretted his trip and he regretted it soon.
Less than five minutes later, my Cousin became the first corpse on the Moon.

(This is a fictional poem)


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