Don Johnson Poet Ballad

But Mr John

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....

Don Johnson 

re John's prune by the hurricane strewn...

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Carol Sunshine Brown January 10, 2012 at 7:07 AM I enjoyed reading your great poetry this morning Dion. I hope to be able to read a lot more of your writing in this new year of 2012. Love, Carol

Lizzie Treetop January 9, 2012 at 8:11 PM You are very clever young Don!Hugs Lizzie

Russell Sivey January 9, 2012 at 4:41 PM Great, interesting read...I love the write! You always bring the fascinating stuff to your poems and you never hold back, I like that!! "...prune by hurricane strewn..." is totally a brilliant line, congratulations on a job well done Don!! Awesome Work!!

Debra Squyres January 9, 2012 at 4:21 PM Interesting....hmmmm....your spell-check mustn't be persnickity...lol Cute !!

Robert Pettit January 9, 2012 at 3:29 PM Don, it looks as if you have invented a few new words here. Nevertheless, it is an interesting read.