By the pentigram of feathers
on the palms of my hands, when the moon is full, I undergo a strange and terrible metamorphosus! I become the dreded wer-tickler! No female in the entire village is safe! Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!
Also new moons, half moons, quarters, cersents, whatever.
Available for parties, wedings, family reunions.
Many times I've walked through my little town with a brilliant full moon lighting my way. Sometimes, on the horizon as it rose, it seemed so gigantic. In earlier days, I remember sometimes closing my bedroom curtains at night, because the moonlight was so bright.
One blonde to the other: "Which is closer, Europe, or the moon?"
"I don't know." replied the other.
"Hello!!" said the first. "Can you see Europe?"
Heh, heh, heh! Sorry, but I love blonde jokes! 😉