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Johnbull Years

When a young boy I was,

I equated ability with age;

The elderly must have, so I thought;

Age seemed to me all that counted;

I quested for the needful and the not,

Mama was a super being,

Papa was almighty god;

Their love for me helped my view,

As my wish daily came to be;

If I had asked for the sky,

I would have had stars and sun,

In my room like other toys.


When a young boy I was,

Papa was the richest that ever lived,

The strongest under the sky,

Stronger than lion and horse,

Bigger than law and rule;

Mama was the perfection,

One that could never wrong,

Standard for others to measure;

No woman was mother enough,

But she who often came to me

With cookie she freely gave.


Now my  central head is Sahara ,

Halt pity, I am not shortchanged;

My goatee compensates the glass afore;

Again ,I’m Johnbull’s able-dad,

The day I went to town with him,

Johnbull saw a cute Ferrari,

Daddy buy it,son decreed;

When have I become Ronaldo?

By the tallest building in Abu-Dhabi

Daddy buy it, son said sofort.


The day Klitschiko won a war,

And his name rent the air;

A voice in the crowd rang aloud:

Who can stand the iron man?

Johnbull’s spontaneous reply:

Daddy, daddy, my daddy can;

Hey!I looked at Johnbull’s daddy’s fist,

A good sight of mustard seed;

Next I checked out his daddy’s chest;

Bit broader than cricket’s thorax,

Could I be the thunderbolt ?

One and only Johnbull’s superman?


Then I remember my johnbull years,

Could this be kinder's trait,

That daddy is often a god ?

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