Don Johnson Poet Ballade

Ghostly Grippe

The ghostly grippe on Zorro's goolies,
as the ghostly footsteps fall,
some old bugger called d'hoolie,
jerked his chain and was not enthralled,
gelded by the facination,
would he get her would he fall,
rising, falling, flaccid, hesitation,
Zorro needs some other's balls....
Don

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Nancy Jones September 17, 2011 at 5:47 PM oh my! too funny!! my belly, my belly. ~N Don Johnson September 17, 2011 at 6:46 PM Poor Zorro's sorrows hey

Tony Lane September 17, 2011 at 9:54 AM It probably made it easier to ride that way. Tony Don Johnson September 17, 2011 at 6:47 PM do you get the point, i don't hehe

Don Johnson September 17, 2011 at 5:05 AM Tried to look at your poem site, the soup locked up, not tonight, so i just say hello here, its saturday night, be of good cheer, goodnight....

Poet Destroyer A September 17, 2011 at 2:10 AM Good day DON, stopping by to read your poetry goodies... always a pleasure,..LINDA