Don Johnson Poet Ballade

Baby Lu

Well if ya seen the budgery fella,  (budgery=good)
 wid the bottle er rum,
sitting back sucking on it some ,
you'd be having a good time,

Baby Lu, wants love for you ,
an happiness sometime,
you certainly have the poet in ya hide,
Lucinda light of poetry,
but what would i bloody know,
i aint no blessed notary,

but want you here,
on the soup my dear,
to keep me battery charging,
if me brain gets any smaller,
it might need some sweet enlarging..

put it on soup hey ....baby Lu

Don Johnson

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Journey Mcknight October 10, 2011 at 2:58 PM soupmail.

Tony Lane October 10, 2011 at 6:55 AM Good for you Cindy Lu. Tony Journey Mcknight October 11, 2011 at 7:24 PM John is mad, waaaah, he insists decclairs he will call me anything, even jl must agree, ha, I told him he made enough fun of me he is not to call me Cindy Lu, so he insists on it. its dumb but really, only people that respect me I allow that. CL Journey Mcknight October 10, 2011 at 2:51 PM only special writers get to call me Cindy Lu. YOU ARE CHOSEN. :)

Russell Sivey October 9, 2011 at 10:44 PM Very cool write Don...you explore so many different paths in your poetry! I love it that you do, makes for some very interesting poems!! Great work!!

Journey Mcknight October 9, 2011 at 9:05 PM Thanks, I re-read your sweet verse, what a nice poem, you are a good felloow, good night. Lu Journey Mcknight October 10, 2011 at 2:57 PM Put some bloody catchup on them too! That'll teach them potatos. well bubby lovely, love you, LU Journey Mcknight October 10, 2011 at 2:56 PM Do not do Henny Penny my black hen, she lays eggs for gentlemen to me!!!! PLLLEEEASSSE. I ain't kiddin' I called my old neighbor said sooner or later going to have to bring in more guns 7 men at charge, I am heading to the hills? helllp. No worry's, get along home Cindy Cindy, my ass, my mule, and a chariot swing low or something, I can't make up me mind, lovely taters, we had this day, we fried em, Don Johnson October 10, 2011 at 1:47 AM sleep sweet n deep on tater soup, an yes it sure sounds tasty, climbng in me chicken coop, fowl fedders flick n flight, henny penny says not tonight....

Journey Mcknight October 9, 2011 at 7:58 PM well, I'll put you on some tater (potato) soup and recite how courageous, brave, silly and witty you are all the while it cooks, I will serve it to you and your friends and later intently listen to your stories and tales amidst the glow of the moon, while you drink rum, rum, rum.... (Dad had a rum story Navy but I didn't like it much.) I enjoy you and ALL your verses, you saved me, really you did Don, thankin you again. (Oh, the silly girls heart, and the good Christian man?) Much love, Lu

Nancy Jones October 9, 2011 at 7:20 PM I'll second that. Cheers! ~N