I’m a teenage kid from the Rio-Grande
There’s something in my life I’d
love to understand.
Why I’ve fallen in love with
the Man in the Moon?
And how I’m ever going to get
that love to bloom.
I have spoken to Space Folk,
about a Rocket Trip
To the man I greatly desire,
I’m shy to tell them,
That just dreaming of him, sets
my blood on fire.
Space Folk say, No, No, you
cannot go.
Until, we know you better.
I’ve received a letter from
Space Station Mars
You know, one of the most
brilliant Stars,
They have a space rocket
travelling soon,
Once in six Months, home, via
the Moon.
Pay one Million Dollars, supply
your own Space suit,
The deal, they said, would suit
them fine,
All meals on the house,
including superb Wines
Now all I need is the Dollars
and Dimes.
A newspaper group, the Noon
Gazette heard of my plight,
We’ll be happy to sponsor your
Romantic Moon Flight
As long as we get the exclusive
rights, the love affair
Including all photos of the
happy pair.
With huge international fan
fare, we landed on the Moon,
Ticker Tape, wild applause, and
a New Moon Tune.
In a golden silk frock, space
suit, haute couture, designed
I rushed out, my Moon man to
find.
There he was, frozen stiff,
carved in blue rock
It will take me the rest of my
life to get over the shock.
by Hillie Feldman 7th
January 2002
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