Opps, I Dropped Something

Staring out into space
One wondrous, starry night
It occurred to me
The moon must die
But will not go
Without a blood soaked fight
So, gathering an arsenal
Of marshmallows, rocks
And hand grenades
I lobbed them at the moon
They flew high and proud
Past clouds of smog
And smug, flighty flocks
Of geese, who broke formation
With an angry, murderous cry.
I watched as my arsenal
Ascended ever skywards
Towards my celestial adversary
I clasped my hands and watched,
With bated breath, and wide eye
As they reached their ascendence
Then, the moon roared
Causing pause, before my arsenal
In a furry of fear
Doubled back, diving Earthbound
Grenades first
Fell from the sky
On top of me.