Cholesterol
Bob old mate,
Fits of fever in the thinking,
has us all convinced that eating,
fatty food brings the hearse a creeping,
guess we are all some tetched:(
My gramps ate all those goodies,
lived to 90 cos he could, he:)
healthy as a horse, was good see,
undertaker catched:(
have a bloody bonzer day Bob.
Don
Cory,
Got to watch them cementries babe,
corpses springing out taking slaves ,
repossesion, coffin trade,
watch out till, chucky duk gets laid:)
perhaps.
Andrea
Oh dear a tease, the come on please,
but nipped in the bud so sweet,
enchanted story that you told,
the emerald eyes so calmy bold,
well done when cousins meet:)
if incomplete...
(i'm told?)
Yes Bob
To me its like the over serviceing, are,
of me poor young motor car, dollars pa.
Really do the docs have all the figures?
like the scientists babble quiver,
when they are wrong,
usually much later the gong, for nong:(
Brugmansia comes out to play,
and johnson was here earlier today,
but the soup kept him back,
till he slipped in a ferret,
the result was something,
i have no where to wearit,at
today:(
Don Johnson 13-aug-11
Categories:
brugmansia, adventure, me,
Form: Rhyme
A glimpse out the window morphs into a gaze
Brugmansia, your mystical delicate beauty clears
Air conditioned stupor. There you sway
Gracefully grasping toward thirst-quenched solidity.
Firmly rooted one strand beyond limp susceptibility
Leaves randomly ragged from young rodents' teething
Swelteringly bearing the dark side of nature
Fresh blossoms emanate dignity's essence
Despite gloomy doomsday predictions
Angel trumpeting goodness and peace.
Categories:
brugmansia, nature,
Form: Ode