The crescent

Early morning, I come out

From in between the sheets

And walk to the glass so stout

And look

I see what I see

A golden crescent against the pale

A thin curve standing out

And wisps of black brought by the gale

A smile creeps, my mind does sing

“Oh, I love my new nose ring” 

:p Thought I'd just do a nonsense poem. Cheers ;)

Of the black headed visitor

He came to me, with his wiry moustache
Coming closer, inevitable was the clash
Gullible fellow, he was my second of the day
Closer, when he was at the end of his way
“ZZZZTTT”, score for the Pest o Flash.