I wonder what the moon would say
Should I invite him, down to play?
As he smiles from in the sky
Slowly winks his monthy eye
Stood at rainbow's pot of gold
I'd dine on moon cheese, I'd been told
A slice of Brie or Edam do,
A Tasty piece of Lunar Blue
To bounce and leap around the place
Would put a smile upon my face
Enjoy the lack of gravity
On every crest and cavity
I wonder what Moon would do?
Listen to a tune or two?
Beethoven, Strauss or Bach
Who sounds better in the dark?
Maybe watch cricket on the telly
Or winter games or Targa rally
I know, we could connect to Sky
To help him pass the hours by
Perhaps we'd roll him down the hill
Racing cheeses, what a thrill!
Wrapped up like Gouda all in red
With racing stripes around his head
Then feed him up on fish and chips
Ice cream cones with chocolate dips
Pineapple lumps for his sweet tooth
They're the best ain't that the truth?
When the sun began to sag
We'd send Moon home with doggy bag
Things to munch all through the night
To help him keep his shining bright
When morning comes we'd see him there
Still smiling down from in the air
Know inside that all was well
Quite some story, we could tell
Copyright © Gary Bovett | Year Posted 2014