Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Life Check

Know you’re alive

Oh you know you’re alive!
In a punch up mate,
And you duck ,
as he swings at you,
Straight left does get,
 you out of strife,
right cross for him will do.
(your shout George.....after a punchup)

You saddle a nark ,
of a horse so sweet,
till on his back you get,
drops his head ,
bucks n roots ,
thrown from the saddle Fred.

So you sit behind the saddle then,
while he pigroots, pigroots, too.
And you try to climb a climbing back,
 a bouncing back, into the saddle too.

But he rears and tips you off old mate,
and you’re a picking up your hat.
A smug look on the brumby horse,
A saying “what do you think of that!”  :)

Don Johnson










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Tracy Edwards May 27, 2011 at 4:14 AM thats exactly why im petrified of horses lol very graphic write nice one xx

Zzzzz Zzzzz May 25, 2011 at 2:32 AM Amusing write. I find more gentle ways to check if I'm alive...If I can get out of bed in the morning, I know I'm alive! Greetings from England. Keep on writing, Don!

Francine Roberts May 24, 2011 at 10:24 PM I always find your rhymes so fascinating

Linda-Marie Sweetheart May 24, 2011 at 8:56 PM DON your poetry surely does intrigue me luv.. the beginning lines remind me of Rocky Balboa .. the ending lines Sir Lancelot.. what a combo luv.

Andrea Dietrich May 24, 2011 at 8:47 PM very cute,Don. So do you just tell jokes and stuff and post them all over youtube? The other one was same as the last. I could catch about half of it. With the difference in accent, it is kind of hard to get. I seemed to hear laughter as if you were telling that story in front of a group of people?? And yet it looked like you were by yourself. What is the story on that?

Carolyn Devonshire May 24, 2011 at 8:45 PM Enjoyed your poem, Don. Reminds me of the time I was taking riding lessons, the horse bucked just before a jumping rail and I slid off the saddle into the mud. I had to ride that same horse every week afterwards; they wanted to be sure I didn't grow afraid of riding. (Never would have happened.) Feel sorry for old Fred getting tossed off twice. Cute ending too! Love, Carolyn