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Never Diddle Diddle With The Moon.by-Matthew F. Blowers III
I placed the moon in my pocket,
where it's large craters nestled,
against the curves of my manly orbs,
but I could not catch the sun.
I tried most of the next day
but various distractions,
left me without it's cheery warmth.
Some over sized cow kept jumping
across my left thigh,
with his back legs
kicking off my 409's.
A very daft dog was howling
at my polka dotted boxers,
like Snoopy on some Woodstock leftovers,
sporting a tiny bag and pipe.
Siamese kittens were serenading me
with fiddles, in stereo renditions
of fingernail moons across chalkboards,
until at long last this lovely dish,
rolled by in a 69 mustang convertible
with a spoon to her runny nose.
I hopped in and we chased the sun,
over the horizon to where,
the moon and I soon parted ways,
in some out of pocket expanses.
her moons were by far much nicer,
needless to say I don't diddle
with things universal anymore,
those kind of rocks can put
a crack in one's dawn
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By Art~Whimsically YoursI placed the moon in my pocket,
where it's large craters nestled,
against the curves of my manly orbs,
but I could not catch the sun.
I tried most of the next day
but various distractions,
left me without it's cheery warmth.
Some over sized cow kept jumping
across my left thigh,
with his back legs
kicking off my 409's.
A very daft dog was howling
at my polka dotted boxers,
like Snoopy on some Woodstock leftovers,
sporting a tiny bag and pipe.
Siamese kittens were serenading me
with fiddles, in stereo renditions
of fingernail moons across chalkboards,
until at long last this lovely dish,
rolled by in a 69 mustang convertible
with a spoon to her runny nose.
I hopped in and we chased the sun,
over the horizon to where,
the moon and I soon parted ways,
in some out of pocket expanses.
her moons were by far much nicer,
needless to say I don't diddle
with things universal anymore,
those kind of rocks can put
a crack in one's dawn