Poetic Occupier
What got me into poetry,
Was possession in my head,
When I died a poet took over ,
After a bloody head on smash, he said. (1975 prang )
When I’m playing billiards,
Getting beaten with a cue,
And the canons do elude me,
Cos I haven’t got a clue.
I call on Walter Lindrum, a departed billiard great,
Saying “help me with me game, yes old bloody mate,”
And the cannons start a flowing, and the balls are falling quick,
And ole Walter is a thumping, billiard balls a little bit,
Then we’re really on his game.
So you get the spirit in you ,
A great one at the game,
And it works and flows completely ,
Solitary just a thinking, that you’re really not insane,
Just on the flip.
Then im out a driving and waiting ,
For a break in the traffic,
Mentally ask another driver,
To let me in,
And the next thing he is waving , indicating,
And I’m waving back and saying thanks to him.
4-dec-11 Don Johnson
Michael J. Falotico
Contest Name What brought you to poetry??? contest
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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