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Him Some indecent evening you may see a ferret strangler While he’s baying at the moon Horse farts seem a little angrier If they cannot keep in tune Ponce across the withered lawn While the first new bindei stings Bloodshot eyes hung over, mourn Angels flop without their wings Don Johnson POLITICALLY CORRECTED Ironic is the field of play Pawns do fall in disarray Minority groups dictate the word Intelligence diminished so absurd Changes made the law they say Correct political stupid day Don Johnson AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY? Sliding down the concrete canyons Staggering onward evermore Is the whiskery bloke the Banion Might just get it at the store Street kids pelting cricket balls Swerve to dodge em once or twice Off the footpath sideswipe walls Scratch me head dislodge the lice Frats aplenty in the city ……………. Plonkers sucking green paw paw Bowels a churning ity bitty Sucking eggs a haw haw haw…………. Heading homeward slightly frazzled.. With me ferret in his cage Don’t want any crap or hassle Feral ferret wants to rage ….Don Johnson

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Date: 3/6/2012 5:27:00 PM
Late congratulations on yet another awesome poem! Always, Laura
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Date: 8/15/2011 9:10:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Don. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/4/2011 7:03:00 AM
my 4th Don Johnson's poem! Oh How I love to dwell in your list, devoured em all like cinnamon twist!
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Date: 7/4/2011 7:00:00 AM
my 4th Don Johnson's poem! Oh How I love to dwell in your list, eat em all like cinnamon twist!
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Date: 6/4/2011 1:21:00 AM
Well Andrea, second poem:) 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 good, cafuffle feathers casting tasty could, be just more time a wasting:) love Don
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Date: 6/3/2011 7:34:00 PM
I loved that feral ferret image running thru this. Are you that ferret, Don, wanting to rage? Very cool images in this poem. Is this your very first or your second poem on the Soup? It is nice to come across you on the winner's list tonight! Congrats on your win.
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Date: 6/3/2011 3:24:00 PM
Congratulations on this win in the contest of p.d., Don
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Date: 6/3/2011 11:01:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved win in Poet Destroyer's contest Don. Love, Carol
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Date: 6/3/2011 9:33:00 AM
Congrats DON on your fantabulous win with this great one from the beginning on PS.. still churing out great ones luv.. enjoy..
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Date: 6/3/2011 7:12:00 AM
congrats on your excellent entry into the contest Luv*Skat
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Date: 10/25/2010 6:51:00 PM
Wow Don you da man. this is good welcome to the soup. can't wait to reDad the others
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