I search the night sky for the moon
And instead, I find a cake
I stare at it, for it must be special
As it glows brightly in a strange vanilla white
Another night, I glance up
And a white coconut looks back at me
Days wear on and I grow curious again
What food item will the sky hold?
My eyes scan the sky
And I find a complete half of a white pancake
The sight makes me drool
There is a rather pointy banana on another night
And a deformed burger on another
I look up on a random night
Hoping for a pointy sausage
And instead I find darkness
And I can picture the sky scolding me
“You should not eat so much”