By B.K.
Date: 2006 Jun 07
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Ole Buttermilk Moon

Ole Banana Moon Pie

Just the Corgis and I
Mosey along
Round past the periwinkle
Playing in shadows
Writing words of love
About you
And that ole buttermilk moon
Fried pie moon
Mushroom moon
Pressed up high in the sky
We can't decide which one fits
So we stop at every fire hydrant
To scratch sniff and sigh
Wondering if we could
Catch a ride on a shooting star
Or sling shot a pea sized rock
To get some attention on high
With french horns to signal our arrival
Would we ever throw you a curve
Then kiss you into another dimension
Without any further words

(c)RCCola and a MoonPie...2006bk