Halliwells Hill
let the fetters fall where they will,
when they put me down there,
under the 6 foot hill,
or perhaps to hang there on the hook,
trim me gall bladder,
gone forsook,
at the university...
a course ol Halliwell, says he took....
but i swore to steal him from the drawer,
bring him home, yes once more,
lower him beneath the door,
in the backhoe hole ole chook,
long as me back holds out for sure,
Ol Halliwell neath the door...
Don Johnson
my mate Frank says the university can have his bones,
to hang on the hook so i can moan ,
but steal his bones perhaps i must,
place beneath the door on his 2 acres, just,
its what he wants for sure.....
Frank Halliwell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mail - Frank.Halliwell@gmail.com
Homepage at http://www.poemhunter.com/
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While prose may carry all the facts, the voice of verse is sweeter
For poetry transports the soul on lilting rhyme and meter.
~~~~~~~~~ http://frankhalliwell.tripod.com/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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