My first ride upon a shooting star,
The most exhilarating thing I've done thus far,
The feeling of soaring free through space,
Can only be described as bizarre.
With impossible speed, we reached his moon base,
Gasp! You would not believe this place,
On the barren surface there's a secret door,
Allowing you within without a trace.
Everything from the ceiling to the floor,
Sparkled like the clothing that we wore,
Coated in magical dust I assume,
To be the cause of the shimmering decor.
Tucked in one corner of the room,
Sat his ancestors magical loom,
He said he would teach me how it ran,
After he explained why he lives in the moon.
He's not just a lonely moon man,
He's a rogue pirate alien,
Adventuring the Universe's Galaxies,
Commandeering as much treasure as he can.
Don't get the wrong idea please,
He just wishes a life of ease,
Where he could follow his every whim,
And sail wide the Universal seas.
By mistake, he wronged the Princess Prymm,
Now her law keepers are after him,
Luckily he'd prepared a get away,
And made it with great vigor and vim.
Now in our galaxy he must stay,
For reasons he didn't say,
Prymm's men are kept at bay,
Unable to enter the Milky Way.
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