Dance of the Cosmic Spoons

In the hollow of midnight’s mango moon,
Where teapots sing and dishware swoon,
A jellyfish juggles celestial spoons,
In the cosmic kitchen of silver dunes.

Neon fish with top hats and canes,
Tap dance on Saturn’s candy canes,
While galactic custard spills like rain,
And sugar comets sweetly wane.

The sun, a disco ball of gold,
Does the cha-cha, the rhumba bold,
With interstellar stories untold,
In a swirling, cosmic dance untrolled.

Tangerine giraffes with polka-dot manes,
Sip on stardust, forgetting the reins,
As Martian marmalade falls like rains,
And zebra zeppelins ride the plains.

Banana winds blow on Neptune’s flute,
As comets jive in a cosmic suit,
Moon craters echo with cosmic fruit,
And Saturn’s rings hula-hoop to boot.

In the carnival of galaxies afar,
Where marshmallow clouds and meteor spar,
A kaleidoscope cat plays a guitar,
And plucks the strings of a pulsar.

Oh, dance, dance, celestial tunes,
To the rhythm of spoons in silver dunes,
In the surreal ballroom of galactic monsoons,
Underneath the cosmic, starry maroons.