Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Rhyme

Guns and Hoses

GUNS and HOSES

A charitable fight
Police and firemen
Passing blows through the night.

Having fun.  Drinking some.
Striking their punches hard.
Pow! Thud! Rolling eyes!  Numb.

My, oh, my!  Rugged sight.
Competitive punching.
First hit left.  Next, strike right.

Good compassionate fight.
Raising money for blight.
Passion at home that night!

Nine months later, the sight.
Four firemen’s babies
Birthing on the same night.

One question still remains.
Did police likewise play?
Ooh, La! La! Fun.  And games.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    11-22-09

Dedicated to:  Some good hearted firemen.  But, I'll never tell where!!!  GRINNING!

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Prince Freakasso December 1, 2009 at 3:07 AM Good Lord! Dane Ann that was a knockout.Out for the count.Axl Rose I hope you're listening?Keep punching, God Bless, PRINCE

Debbie Guzzi November 22, 2009 at 2:39 PM Holy terrors aye! LOL Light & Love

Carolyn Devonshire November 22, 2009 at 11:35 AM There ought to be a law against such games, Dane. Oh no, wait, the law is playing the game. LOL Very funny! At least they're "fighting" for a good cause! Love, Carolyn

Doris Culverhouse November 22, 2009 at 11:19 AM funny, hero babies,

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 22, 2009 at 10:51 AM Wonderful Sunday reading your poem, Dane Ann, and such a rousing scene .. luv luv luv yur title... good play on words.. enjoyed ... thankxxx for your comments on my poetry also.. I received your e mail at yahoo and replied but could not forward to others .. must be a yahoo glitch again.. thankxxx for calling me friend...friend... luv ... blessings ... more luv ... Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"