Acrotic?
Bored, I got sunburnt,
Evidently, I learnt,
Across the road ,
Cantered cane toads,
Henry thought it’s fine,
Bull mastiff Jerry Hog's,
Laugh's at every bodies dogs,
A growling all the time .
No body wore their togs,
Kangaroos were banned,
Elisa sat and did count frogs,
Too hot the ladies fanned,
But later on the Hog had gone,
I thought he did it nicely,
Not the dog on the grog,
Go a bit unsound precisely,Over dog diddle cocked leg widdle, worn so nicely.
ALLITERATION?
Met her on the Balmoral tram in 68 or 9,
mostly she was short and sweet our eyes did lock,
miss Dark hair, she'd brought some wine.
Maybe came together once sublime and then she went away.
My fate to meet, a child to make, & parted from that day.
My boy was born in 69 perhaps an adopted fate,
May wonder where is he now this Dan or Nathan maybe 28?
Abc?
All I wanted was the sex,
But she wanted babies,
Can I take a bloody bex, (pain killer)
Don’t care much for rabies,
Every time I vacillate,
Frown it comes with maybes…
Beach, I went sunburnt,
Evidently, I learnt,
Across the road ,
Cantered cane toads,
Henry thought it’s fine,
Bull mastiff Jerry Hog's,
Laugh's at every bodies dogs,
A growling all the time .
No body wore their togs,
Kangaroos were banned,
Elisa sat and did count frogs,
Too hot the ladies fanned,
But later on the Hog had gone,
I thought he did it nicely,
Not the dog on the grog,
Go a bit unsound precisely,
Over dog diddle cocked leg widdle, worn so nicely.
for Linda Marie's "Beach Blanket Bingo" contest
5-jul-11 Don Johnson
Nightmare strums the Loom
A dream I guess perhaps it was
I seemed a child at play
An angry father did appear
His temper foul that day
You let the dog kill the cat
He loudly said to me
Grabbing the dog
And it went splat
Little dog he died you see
I was shocked awake
By the violent scene
And looked across the room
Grey ghostly cat went zip and back
Grey doggie was there soon
Do we travel in our sleep
Old adventures other tunes
Another place and time we creep
When Nightmare strums the loom
Don Johnson 15-4-11
nails being chewed, answers being scribbled,
nothing is new, but this question on the table,
it isn't math, or language perhaps,
but what is it then?
i keep repeating the question, in my mind,
its funny how it feels like, i left something behind,
is it my knowledge or breakfast, a good and ready start,
is it my keys to the house, keys to the car?
what is it i'm missing, that i need for today or this test,
maybe i didn't sleep too well, i need some rest?
or maybe just maybe, i need to be encouraged,
to have my parents tell me you'll be the best,
no that couldn't be it, its another quest.
then why am i staring, at this question below,
feeling like i'm missing something, something's troubled,
and then it hit me, like batter hits the ball,
i didn't chain up my dog at all.
and this question it says, the dog ran down the street,
and where do they go, where do they meet,
oh no, i thought, as i got to my feet,
thinking about testing week...
oh well, i said,
as i went through the door,
my dogs and my family,
matter more....
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