Like the light-producing organ of a lantern fish, the moon

drifts through the deep-sea of night luring lost or wild

things with her electric yellow face. They climb

out of cardboard boxes, blossom distinctively

in Tibetan valleys, howl for her. Yet

the silver men mining aluminum or uranium on her dark side are reckoned queer.

It is a fact, there is this queer

flower which is said to take its life from the moon

and grows only in a mysterious, unreachable Tibetan valley. Yet

one Dr. Wilfred Glendon braved the tangled wild

mountain pass distinctively —

Without a guide, (the natives could not be persuaded to enter), it was a grueling climb.

After the arduous climb,

he descended into a queer

basin, which he found to be distinctively

primordial in flora and fauna, and where the moon,

it was discovered, caused a wild

species of vegetation to bloom like a rose at midnight — Yet.

The flower was in Tibet, yet

surely God had intended it for England. A climb

back out of the basin with it was uneventful, the wild

elemental things the natives feared were nothing but queer

stories. Glendon brought the flower to England and artificial moon

light machinery, distinctively.

Things will climb distinctively

out of cardboard boxes yet.

Mrs. Marianne Glendon, who wanted to smell like the moon,

and who had not had to climb

in or out of that frighteningly queer

valley, was never prone to crazes that would be considered wild.

Nevertheless Marianne was snatched with the wild

idea that to crush this flower's petals into a perfume would distinctively

create an all-powerful lunar aroma. It was a queer

concept yet

the money it might make Wilfred would also potentially make the flower worth the climb.

Every girl wants to smell like the moon.

This scent so applied, Marianne became an animal, so well-versed, yet so distinctively

Bestial, she'd run you so raw you'd want to climb up to the queer silver people mining uranium on the dark side of the moon.