He Couldn't Fly Her To The Moon Poem by Dorsey Baker

He couldn't fly
her to the moon
he couldn't
give her a thrill
but come with a big
stick come quick
like the morning come
hit and run
leave her
so soon!
she was a girl
of expensive taste
her legs long
and shapely
her thighs
nice and warm
just like the milky way
he couldn't
give her nothing
she would
come to the place for
he was just
another jack in the box
with no romantic flair
he could
come to the point
but he could
never take her there!
He couldn't fly
her to the moon
she'd have to
get there
all by herself!