Think about this poem on a quiet night and turn it into a joke poem.

Bright moonlight in front of the window, two pairs of underground shoes. A dog man and a woman, stripped naked.

There is moonlight in front of the window, and there is no money to suppress. I looked up at the bank and bowed my head into the classroom.

In the bright light at the foot of my bed, the panda is burning incense, and his eyes are full of tears.

The foot of my bed is shining brightly. Hey, there is a bottle of hand cream on the ground.