Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Words

Subtle humor is the game,
words can drive you quite insane,
till the  master calls a halt n says repent,
a little sad but wiser, never mind Elisa,
so he tiptoes back to his own little tent:) 

Don Johnson

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Jslambert Mister Roboto June 19, 2011 at 5:33 AM Is this about being cut off from the soup? My wife takes my "bowl" away many a night! So that I too may return to my little tent!" ---Now watch this be an interpretation that is WAAAY off what you were saying! LoL. Nice words!

Carolyn Devonshire June 14, 2011 at 8:37 AM LOL Very witty, Don, and I love the way the "Master" intervenes. Love, Carolyn Don Johnson June 14, 2011 at 4:16 PM Carolyn, Poets life is very strange, jerked out of bed 4 a verse with mange, but my master intervenes:)

Carol Sunshine Brown June 14, 2011 at 7:23 AM It was a pleasure to read your poetry this morning Don. Please keep sharing your writing with us. I wish you much inspiration that you may continue with your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol Don Johnson June 14, 2011 at 4:11 PM Thank you Sweet Carol Brown..:)

Robert A. Dufresne June 14, 2011 at 4:45 AM heh heh ... a cute write with a repenting poetic plight, Don... Don Johnson June 14, 2011 at 4:13 PM Have to keep the flame alight, snakes might arrive tonight, thanks Robert...

Debbie Duncan June 14, 2011 at 1:04 AM nice,,, very nice ;} Don Johnson June 14, 2011 at 4:09 PM Thank you Debbie, comments are hard to catch up with :)

Francine Roberts June 13, 2011 at 7:20 PM I like this one