Bungeye

Bungeye, 4 Doris C If you got bit by flies, while choked down drunk, your eye would swell around methunks, it sort of closes almost shut, hard to see, almost off ya nut, drink flat beer, 4 an appetiser, ya wont be any bloody wiser, spring back in yer bunk:) ya lunk... Don Johnson
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Sivey Avatar
September 5, 2011 at 11:02 AM
Glorious write there Don! Very interesting as usual! I wish I knew how your mind worked so I could duplicate some of these fine poems!!
Johnson Avatar
September 5, 2011 at 8:26 PM
Well Russell some jackass takes charge and pushes out the barge, and my yappin is all that you see...
Culverhouse Avatar
September 5, 2011 at 9:20 AM
Though that does sound like me when I first wake up in the morning..... my eyes still don't focus.
Johnson Avatar
September 5, 2011 at 8:27 PM
takes me awhile to wake up too, Doris...
Culverhouse Avatar
September 5, 2011 at 9:18 AM
I hoope you are talking about the dog.....and not me.....hehhe!! You have to interpret the meaning behind what you said about my chicken.... you've got me curious.
Johnson Avatar
September 5, 2011 at 8:29 PM
yep im talkin bout the pooch, who's in the back yard hanging loose, till i come on the scene xo
Smith Avatar
September 5, 2011 at 8:20 AM
I love your out back talk. And the advice? I'll file it away for when
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