How Does the Moon Smell?
Salty like an ocean breeze
That tugs a schooner’s sail?
Zesty like a piece of cheese?
Or rusty like a nail?
Maybe it’s the subtle hint
Of springtime after rain.
Or it could be a special scent
No nose can quite explain!
The answer might be hard to tell—
A secret martians keep.
But I believe it’s any smell
That puts me right to sleep.
That tugs a schooner’s sail?
Zesty like a piece of cheese?
Or rusty like a nail?
Maybe it’s the subtle hint
Of springtime after rain.
Or it could be a special scent
No nose can quite explain!
The answer might be hard to tell—
A secret martians keep.
But I believe it’s any smell
That puts me right to sleep.
This poem is copyright (©) Jesse Anna Bornemann 2024
About the Writer
Jesse Anna Bornemann
Jesse credits her love of rhyming to a childhood spent listening to Broadway musicals and tolerating her dad's terrible puns. Her poems have appeared in Highlights for Children, Spider and publications of The School Magazine. She lives in Tennessee with her husband and two small poetry critics, ages 8 and 3.
