Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Mister Man In The Moon


shine your light on me
my eyes are dim
and I can hardly see.

I went to use a bus
trying to swipe my credit card
instead of my bus pass.
Wondering why the bus driver
looked at me in a strange way.
I looked at him and grinned:
“Just forgot my glasses.”

So Mister Man in the moon
shine your light on me
my eyes are dim
and I can hardly see.

I put my cellphone down outside,
then I heard it ringing
picked up a brick and put it to my ear
and felt a little mystified
because no one spoke
and it felt a bit rough against my ear.

So Mister Man in the moon
shine your light on me
my eyes are dim
and I can hardly see.

I went to the washroom just other day,
went into the ladies instead of the men’s.
Tried to undo my zipper
and got a smack around the kisser
because it wasn’t my zipper
that I was trying to underdo.

So pretty please Mister Man in the moon
shine your light on me
my eyes are dim
and I can hardly see.
I’m fed up with getting to trouble,
so please help me.

Submitted: Thursday, October 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

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25 September 2013

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