Cyril Brown

What to Submit? 1 original, poem on the theme of ...Give me your zaniest funniest Poem you can Muster up~~Be Silly Cyril Brown Oh his name was Cyril Brown , An he weighed 300 pound, An the Sand goannas sidestepped, where he stomped. Little centric was ol Brown, Sometimes, often came to town, To watch the kids, and peanuts there to chomp. Oh his poor old car did suffer, With a sandbag for a buffer, And his voice got a little gruffer, A flaming counterweight . Bark hut to house was sort of, On the Station ranch was thought of, Brother Mark would listen, to the snakes under the floor. And the Rabbit bunnies springing, The birds were chirping, singing, And carpet snakes were bringing, Tucker more n more n more. Brownie had an iron bed that suffered, Bowed and flustered, busted , And the peanut shells, stopped the opening of the door. Once he towed young Mark to town, On the Fergie tractor, brown, And at 50 mile an hour was still a flying, And the tractor was a bouncing, trying to touch the ground, announcing, would he ever get to town? Mark wasn’t really sure, why. A friend waved to ol Brown, hi, At 7 foot tall, a local yokel clown. So he hit the anchors with a frown, Tractor tried to knock the back door down, Brownie muttered with surprise. So then back off to town, Dragging tractor, sidestepping round, Got to Dirran then he stopped, To buy more peanuts brown. Don Johnson