Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Cholesterol

Cholesterol
Bob old mate,

Fits of fever in the thinking,
has us all convinced that eating,
fatty food brings the hearse a creeping,

guess we are all some tetched:(

 My gramps ate all those goodies,
lived to 90 cos he could, he:)  
healthy as a horse, was good see, 
undertaker catched:(

have a bloody bonzer day Bob.
Don

Cory,
Got to watch them cementries babe,
corpses springing out taking slaves ,
repossesion, coffin trade,
watch out till, chucky duk gets laid:)
perhaps.

Andrea
Oh dear a tease, the come on please,
but nipped in the bud so sweet,
enchanted story that you told,
the emerald eyes so calmy bold,
well done when cousins meet:)
if incomplete...   
(i'm told?)

Yes Bob
To me its like the over serviceing, are,
of me poor young motor car, dollars pa.
Really do the docs have all the figures?
like the scientists babble quiver,
when they are wrong, 
usually much later the gong, for nong:(

Brugmansia comes out to play,
and johnson was here earlier today,
but the soup kept him back,
till he slipped in a ferret,
the result was something,
i have no where to wearit,at
today:(


Don Johnson 13-aug-11

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Chiquitachiamaka Baity August 15, 2011 at 7:29 AM this is hilarious Don....thanks for sharing and thanks for the laugh....smiles....chiquita

Andrea Dietrich August 12, 2011 at 10:51 PM Hey, thanks for the mention of a tease. I rather like that!! And me emerald eyes so bold! I love that line about a ferret in the last verse as well!! and funny what you said under Cory's verse. Don Johnson August 13, 2011 at 12:42 AM i have a bad habit, spouting verse, on other peoples poetry sites.... so little cutting pasting ....bit more of your time a wasting, perhaps:)

Elizabeth Wesley August 12, 2011 at 9:17 PM What a hilarious verse Don, Love how you incorporate all the dear Soup folks into this lively rhyme. Don Johnson August 13, 2011 at 12:44 AM guess im startin an interaction, jerking tugging words a fraction, while ferrets in reverse:)

Russell Sivey August 12, 2011 at 9:02 PM Wow, what a write DON! You sure can come up with some great stuff! Gratz on your superb poem!!

Nancy Jones August 12, 2011 at 8:11 PM tetched indeed... your penchant for far(out)casm strangely validates me. Preesh ya!

Sara Kendrick August 12, 2011 at 7:43 PM If for a contest, good luck..Yes, the choresterol problem seems to be a genetic thing..My father lived to be 97, mother 97, and mother's sister 98...They did not worry about choresterol..They ate what they wanted..Sara Don Johnson August 12, 2011 at 8:31 PM I eat everything and all, food that staggers down the hall, i expect to live long, be healthy ...and am! thats all.