Donkey Brown
1 Crest Road
At 1 crest road computers lurk,
and donkeys they run free.
Theres Halliwell he's hard at work, (Canadian imported about 1970)
friend of birds cane toads and me.
Look for savage dogs theres two or more,
Luke and Spook will check you out.
Or a big brown hound with a donkeys roar,
herself a pooch no doubt.
R.F. radiation on the short wave burns, (ham radio, towers etc)
there's an eerie glow inside.
Computers talk and packet churns, (paket pre internet toway, modem, computer)
where sometimes chips get fried.
So just beware if you go there,
past mean old Itsy at the gate. (buried great dane)
If you dodge the brown with half a prayer,
you'll get some coffee mate.
by D H Johnson.vk4pr
Of Rhymer Frank Halliwell [vk4ave] & his mean brown donkey
Google Frank, he has poetry pages.
He got me into computers commodore 64 in 1990:)
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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