I had never seen such a marvelous pot.
It made me happy, and this is saying a lot.
I had been in the dumps in this doggy palace.
But here is this beauty including dear Alice.
The rabbit is there, and the Cheshire Cat.
I am starting at this teapot, it is totally phat!
I have to have it, so I fork out my money.
I will never tell how much I spent though, Honey.
give me a reason
to take the pain
in this season
of heavy rain
I was a glass gong
just waiting to be shattered
but I feared for so long
that nothing else mattered
so keep your faith
and your broken word
no one is safe
from the double edge sword
now I just want to know
how to be who I was
but I can't let go
its not what a warrior does
so bring on the pain
and screw the reason
because in this rain
its the killing season
note....I cant believe how many lines start with and in this poem
I have my plate and fork out and am ready to eat crow
Infernal heat
To suffer yes infernal heat,
To burn the fork out of your trouser seat,
submerged in loves tales of deceit,
when tender-loin arouses,
to burn with fires taste of lust,
to strap it down to stop its thrust,
to feel like it might surely bust,
unless the flame she douses,
to pander to this manly urge,
to feel the blood the rising, surge,
could be my fetal fatal final dirge,
from coming, passion flowers…
Don Johnson
Damn the torpedoes
Damn the torpedoes the Yanks did say,
When duds hit a Jap ship and fell away,
Firing pins weren’t working well,
One sub loosed 13 didn’t break the spell,
Just sometimes one was right.
Bloody thing would ignite,
And the Yanks would bloody yell.
Nineteen fourty four, pins good now for sure,
Sam Dealy and submarine Harder,
Transporting Aussies to Borneo, for,
To upset the Japanese pardeners,
Muiat Suki, Jap Destroyer,
charged the submarine,
Head on was sitting Harder,
1100 yards Dealy fired 3 torpedoes, i mean,
Chopped the fork out of his enchilada,
Next day at 650 yards,
Destroyer Hayanani came,
3 torpedoes hit this Destroyer,
Too many holes it was a shame,
Blew the fork out of his nighty,
Just the same,
The Reaper danced, begorrah,
Z Force men went ashore again ,
Into the wilds of Borneo, and then,
Ole Harder went a hunting men,
Of the Japanese type of fauna.
Don Johnson
Submarine Tinosa (ss283 ) July 24th 1943, attacks Japanese oiler No 3 Tonam Maru west of Truk, Tinosa fires 15 torpedoes 13 hit but only 2 explode. Tonam Maru is towed to Truk by light cruiser Izuzu and used as a floating oil storage tank.
As a man with a gun, he was among the best.
He lived in North Fork out in the west.
As a widower, he felt much anguish and pain.
This extraordinary man was Lucas McCain.
He and his son Mark lived alone on a ranch.
On a tree of life, they were a strong branch.
Town marshal Micah often called him for aid.
Lucas stood strong, steady, and staid.
No one included McCain among the meek.
He stood as a hero on the television each week.
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