Don Johnson Poet Ballade

Sossled

Sossled
I wandered as lonely as a dog,
Me pantaloons were full of frogs
Slurping suds while on the grog,
Dog paddling with the ducks,

I thought I knew her lovely face,
Got cuddling with Aunty  Grace
mascara was every place,
me swimming togs got stuck,

a rooster crowed up in the church,
cuckoo clock was in reverse,
I could think of nothing worse,
When incest, comes a riding?

18-sep-11
	Nancy Jones
Contest Name	Make me Laugh

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Chiquitachiamaka Baity September 18, 2011 at 12:09 AM this is great...very funny...reads like a winner...best of luck in the contest...smiles...chiquita

John Smith September 17, 2011 at 11:59 PM Actually, Aunty Grace isn't your 'immediate' family, so is this really incest? Try to picture cuckoo in reverse: "ook...cuc?" Love your poem. It's truly great. Don Johnson September 18, 2011 at 1:13 AM Dunno bout me mommas sister she got got a back hand blister, sexy kissing of the mister, for eating the fruity cake...

Constance La France September 17, 2011 at 11:40 PM Very funny, sure to be a winner ~~

Russell Sivey September 17, 2011 at 11:35 PM What an awesome write Don...I just love a lot of your poems a lot, and this is one of those poems! Great work!!

Nancy Jones September 17, 2011 at 11:34 PM wanderin' into taboo land takes courage, kudos to you man! digya always~N

Nancy Jones September 17, 2011 at 11:09 PM ya ever heard this song?.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjWwtIlbbEE Don Johnson September 18, 2011 at 12:07 AM had me a little look, pretty wild with words me must forsook, might get me burnt, should i relate, soup might grill me on de plate... on ya babe ...good thought...