Fly Me To The Moon, Baby Poem by Randall Barfield

Fly me to the moon, Baby
You don’t need no tickets
You do need lips,
Full and sensuous, wet,
Strong arms and a body
That will take me up some hills
Then also down them gently
You need some sweet words,
Fresh roses,
And a night off, naturally
A dinner will do wonders
Just as will a bottle, but
Nothing cheap you hear?
That’s not me
And you need a bed
That’s not too soft,
That’s got pretty covers
Yes, fly me to the moon, Baby,
And don’t you wait so long
Those moons have a way
Of disappearing
Behind some nasty cloud.