It’s Only A Sausage Moon

“ We’ll it’s only a sausage moon floating round in a gravy sky”

You remember that nugget?

NASA is calling the latest eclipse the “ Sausage Moon”. This photo was taken on an IPhone 30, state of the art. Someone in England dubbed it the Blood Sausage Moon, in memory of their dear papa. Noted astrologists are counselling us to prepare with some Scorpio mustard for when the Sausage moon rises in the early hours of morning, so go the hairs of the dog.

Apparently this phenomena only occurs every 65 years, said no one ever. US political strategists are at their wits end, trying to connect the importance of this celestial harbinger on the eve of the last election their country will ever know.

But wait a minute. Do you remember all the fuss about the Blood orange moon?

It was uncanny just how much the blood moon actually looked like a blood orange. Reminds of a time we were watching TV, when a commercial came on comparing a grapefruit to a certain kind of cancer. My brother in law said “mmmm. I could really eat a grapefruit right now.”

Or how about the billboards at the bus stop of a lemon squeezing blood? Bladder cancer is a serious subject but advertising draws citrus into the mix, and now you are concerned with how much blood can you get from a lemon?

Meanwhile in other news, we are on the verge of a nuclear Armageddon. A good friend remarked the other night they had iodine pills ready for when it happens.

What will they use to show this concern?

I asked my ‘AI’ art generator to show me what Lemon Armageddon looks like.

Behold the Four Lemons of the Apocalypse.