Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Feral Ferret Loose

Well Andrea, :)
 I suppose feral ferret gets loose a bit, 
when he aint n isn't on the tit, 
lived too long with little wit, 
the ferret comes out cagey.
 so sneaking through the tall, short wood,
 to catch a chook, for her own quite good,
cafuffle feathers casting, tasty could,
 be just more time a wasting:)

Interesting swerve ball move,
technocolor thought n groove
Insanity rules in all that matters,
 i'm jerked out of bed to write n 2 chatter,
 don't judge yourself babe, be happy,
 you draw to yourself, what really matters.:) sometimes.

yet upon a moonlit field,
the cows did low cos they were real,
other times n other places,
dimensions n missing spaces 
so thought the Whip-or-will?
I don't quite do it here, maybe later :)
Yes Robert 
here its mostly the young,
who think  that they can drive,
hit 3 feet of water once,
sideways at seventy bloody five. MPH
not a mark on car or me ,
brother Mark was speechless see.
guide posts flashing all round,could be, 
an i just kept a driving...
my time to be surviving:)

unless its your turn, in the barrel, 
when ya maybe burn, 
or wear the feather apparel.
feel the vortex,
sucking in,
voracious,   Don Johnson 5-jul-11

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