Month: November 2009

it’s hard to believe our ears
moon. is that really your voice
on the phone?

(we might wanna upgrade you to Google Earth Pro)

let’s get you hooked up to the internet
moon. we got a boat load of messages
to forward you.

(and Jim is a doctor…not that quick with an oar)

sit down and relax
moon. you’re as white as a ghost.
let’s try to get through this.
(without any smokes)

the moon gave us your number. but we’re
not gonna call. on account of this weather.
and Miss Manners and all.

(hello, operator)
(how do you do?)
(will we need a +1 to dial Cancun?)

please pass more turkey and stuffing
moon. we’re thankful we got
a friend like you.

(and you’re good at keepin our secrets too)

stop by for some cookies and cider
moon. take a break. stretch your legs…
you’re halfway home.

(Jim wants you to drop off his garden gnome)

will you pretty please tune up
your mandolin moon? we’ll dance you
a jig if you do.

the town’s gettin lit up for the holidays
moon. we’re gonna need a long ladder
to decorate you.

we parked your ride out behind fryn’ pan
moon. cuz we know that’s your code name
for night school.

(your mother is not gonna fall for this scam)
(and why are you drivin a van?)

likity-splikity brick, mortar, splat.
now whatcha gonna do with all that
moon?

(for one, let’s stop sayin you’re handy with tools)
(why not give curling a whirl?)
(you shoot. Jane sweeps. Jim‘ll keep score)

(why does Jim have to come along again?)