Off Rangoon

Off Rangoon a typhoon my balloon 
it has strewn.  Unfortun-ately, soon 
this spittoon, this mad drain; 
becomes a hurricane 
then spits me out, a prune, off Cancun.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Johnson Avatar
January 9, 2012 at 2:51 PM
But mr John Smith, you know old son, dreams are better than reality, the hotter dames, incite burning flames, more erotic than originality, the prune by hurricane strewn, gets erased digitalicky? monsoon mongone, become begone, might be forgone fatality....
Johnson Avatar
January 8, 2012 at 3:59 PM
so this hoon(mad car driver aussie) became a prune, unfortune, stuffed baloon, where was the organ grinder??? soon.
Dietrich Avatar
January 8, 2012 at 11:31 AM
hahaha the last line is awesome, thinking of you as a prune (nothing a little of your plastic surgeon tricks won't cure!) You are a great friend, john. thanks for the comments, wish I had time to get thru all Mine today. Luv, Andrea
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