MOON LOVER

Everyone is desperate to move to the moon,

But there's no air to breath; no place to spoon,

It's hard to get water,

To drink and flush potter,

And moon cottage pottage, won't smell like perfume.

PEANUT BREATH, MINTS AND THE MOON SQUIRRELS

I went to the moon to feed a colony of moon squirrels,

I brought them some peanuts and breath mints shaped like pearls,

They thought it a winner,

Eating goobers for dinner,

And, the mints made them classy as earls.