Don Johnson Poet Ballad

Halliwells Hill

let the fetters fall where they will,
when they put me down there, 
 under the 6 foot hill,
or perhaps to hang there on the hook,
trim me gall bladder,
 gone forsook,
at the university...

a course ol Halliwell, says he  took....
but i swore to steal him from the drawer,
bring him home, yes once more,
lower him beneath the door,
in the backhoe hole ole chook,
long as me back holds out for sure,
Ol Halliwell neath the door...

Don Johnson

my mate Frank says the university can have his bones, 
to hang on the hook so i can moan ,
but steal his bones perhaps i must,
place beneath the door on his 2 acres, just,
its what he wants for sure.....



Frank Halliwell ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mail - [email protected]
Homepage at http://www.poemhunter.com/
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While prose may carry all the facts, the voice of verse is sweeter
For poetry transports the soul on lilting rhyme and meter.
~~~~~~~~~  http://frankhalliwell.tripod.com/  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Karen Deeks June 3, 2012 at 12:36 AM trim me gall bladder, gone forsook, at the university... I cannot claim i caught it all hook line and sinker but i loved this part,,, thanks for sharing a piece from the 6 ft ills karen :) Don Johnson June 3, 2012 at 2:32 AM my mate Frank says the university can have his bones, to hang on the hook so i can moan , but steal his bones perhaps i must, place beneath the door on his 2 acres, just, its what he wants for sure.....

David Williams May 20, 2012 at 2:32 AM Don you are on a roll mate..David