They said moon like a shy ent eater,
Her beauty covered layer by layer.
It takes patient for her appears,
Can't denie her shine a breath taker.
They said moon loves number,
Dislike grammar especially singular.
Fifteen is her numeric favour,
Without 's' she simply disappear.
They said moon is a loner,
Stars are never her companier,
Human create a festival to cheer her dear,
Lighten up the lantern to bring her near.
Happy belated mooncake festival...
Her beauty covered layer by layer.
It takes patient for her appears,
Can't denie her shine a breath taker.
They said moon loves number,
Dislike grammar especially singular.
Fifteen is her numeric favour,
Without 's' she simply disappear.
They said moon is a loner,
Stars are never her companier,
Human create a festival to cheer her dear,
Lighten up the lantern to bring her near.
Happy belated mooncake festival...
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