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MY DARLING JON
I look at you with joy,
just like when you were a little boy.
You made my birthday better,
the best birthday ever.
It started with a birthday kiss,
four minutes after midnight.
Hours later, you brought breakfast,
followed by lunch, although I was out.
I got back and ate lunch
and My! Oh! My!
a strawberry short cake.
Oh, what a feast!
.
It did not end there.
As I went out and partied in the night,
you gave the birthday card the next day.
To my total surprised!!!
It included an acrostic poem.
As I read it, I was overwhelmed
with happiness for your knack for words,
just like your Mom and here it is,
as you wrote it…….
Marvelous soul indeed
Awe-inspiring to others
Ravishing beauty with style
Imaginative, inventive, insightful
Loving to family and friends
Entertaining dancer and singer
Notable in gatherings
Encouraging the world with creative
empowering poetry
I am so proud of you son.
I may not always show you; but I am.
I am so awestricken how you see me
and I am so amazed by you and your poem.
Thank you. Thank you, Jonathan,
my darling Jon.
You were an awesome actor but I regret to say that you died twenty years ago.
First, you were Doctor Who and later you were Worzel Gummidge the Scarecrow.
You died of a heart attack in your sleep.
When people found out, they began to weep.
You died two decades ago on this very day.
You were British but you died in the USA.
Your contribution made quite an impact.
Many people loved you and that is a fact.
When you died in 1996, you were cremated.
Because of your death, millions were devastated.
I watched every episode of Worzel Gummidge even though it was a children's show.
You brought magic to every role you played, especially as The Doctor and that loveable Scarecrow.
(Dedicated to Jon Pertwee who died the age of 76 on May 20, 1996.)
He's a' working on the railroad
Jon drives a train
On the Burlington Northern
Santa Fe
'Cross the wide Missouri
'Cross the Kansas plains
Through a humbling rain
Jon drives a train
Jon drives a train
Got a hand on the throttle
Eyes on the rail
Off to find America
Off to find himself
The landscape's everchanging
And things don't seem the same
Still the past remains
Jon drives a train
Jon drives a train
Jon once had a life
Had a family
But this train's a cruel mistress
She took everything
All the tea in China
All the California gold
Can't buy back what she stole
Jon drives a train
Jon drives a train
Jon met a girl online
Lives in Brazil
He says he's gonna go and see her
And I believe he will
And Jon, he loves his mama
With thirty cats down in Alabam'
He sends her money when he can
Jon drives a train
Jon drives a train
He's a' working on the railroad
Jon drives a train
On the Burlington Northern
Santa Fe
Some say he found Jesus
'Cross the Kansas plains
Through a humbling rain
Jon drives a train
Jon drives a train
Whilst Jon-Allan was out Iraq to warfare ban,
In 2007 he sustained an injury, rocket attack,
So that doctors had to amputate his left arm,
But after rehab he continued the sport’s crack.
He’d been a weapons technician in the RAF,
At Basra airbase, and before that Afghanistan,
But he was now on a programme so to quaff,
Any idea that he wasn’t good at cycling’s pun.
He took the limelight at the London games,
When he won three silvers for para-cycling:
One for the C5 Individual Pursuit, sole aims,
One for the mixed team sprint very cunning,
And another silver for the C4-5 1km Time Trial!
Then 2016, and he won gold for the mixed team,
And also a silver medal for the C5 kilo Time Trial
In Montichiari, and so made the Rio GB Team.
Garfield and Jon, were sitting on the lawn. Waiting for their pizza to arrive, the delivery guy said you are sitting under a beehive.
Garfield and Jon, took the pizza and were gone. They left smoke in their wake, dinner was pizza and steak.
Date Written: 8/29/2021
He was a British actor who died on the 20th of May.
He died in 1996, he died twenty-five years ago today.
He was an extremely talented actor and his name was Jon Pertwee.
It's hard to believe that he has been dead for a quarter of a century.
He starred as the third incarnation of the Doctor in "Doctor Who" half a century ago.
About one decade later, Pertwee starred in "Worzel Gummidge" as a dumb scarecrow.
A teacher told Jon that he'd never amount to anything as an actor but he was full of crap.
That teacher was so wrong and Pertwee should've given him a slap.
Pertwee died of a heart attack in his sleep while he was visiting the United States.
When people learned about his death, it was something that millions would hate.
Pertwee said that Worzel Gummidge was his favorite of the characters who he portrayed.
It's very sad to know that this brilliant actor has been deceased for two and a half decades.
He was in Connecticut when he passed away and his body was cremated.
When he left this earth in 1996, his friends, family and fans were devastated.
[Dedicated to Jon Pertwee (1919-1996) who died twenty-five years ago today on May 20, 1996]
Garfield, a loveable famous, lazy cat,
Who likes to eat and eat, that’s why he’s fat,
Jon his companion, Garfield’s friend or foe dude,
On call twenty four seven, to give Garfield food!
The world knows their love hate relationship
And of course Garfield's innermost thoughts,
Each an amusing quip!
He is the cleverest, wittiest cat, he’s a star,
His charm, and fertile mind reaches afar,
He loves to eat, sleep and then to repeat,
His sarcasm no other cat could ever beat.
Garfield regards Jon as his permanent box changer,
Perhaps Jon should give Garfield a thought pager!
Garfield, shouts Jon, why do you everything scratch,
Don’t shout, you silly human, give me a scratch patch!
John emphasises, Garfield you’re lucky, you have
A teddy, a dog called Odie and a loving companion, me
What else could you want, a bowl of lasagne says he!
A mouse runs by, Jon says Garfield catch it, but
Garfield doesn’t like hurting mice,
And so says Garfield’s thought quip,
Will I ever get that through your thick skull,
Or do I always have to give you an earful!
Garfield teases big angry looking dogs, makes
Faces at them, and when they chase him,
Runs to Jon who picks him up and then Garfield takes
Advantage as he sticks his tongue out,
So the dogs attack them both, Jon
Scolds Garfield who looks at Jon, with a pout!
Garfield cartons were recognised and awarded
Top honours and were rewarded
With accolades, in the Guinness Book of Records
Congratulations to the author the late Jim Davis,
Who made billions and achieved worldwide status,
And who created these wonderful characters,
Manipulative and coffee dependant Garfield,
Not forgetting Odie and Jon,
All of who brought us laughs by the ton!
Garfield was an era, a striped, intelligent thinking cat,
Who refused to ever hurt a mouse, that’s a fact,
But who could eat lasagne every day of his life
As his greed for this meal was truly rife!
I could carry on forever, but will end with what
I think is a laugh,
Jon asks Garfield why he has got such a lot of
Junk in his bed,
Oh this, Garfield grins, it’s a whack bonk, with which
I am about to hit your head,
Our furry friend sarcastically said,
Rather, thought in the quip,
It’s a wonder that Jon didn’t chase him with the
Scissors, and go snip, snip!
He would find he cutest photo of cats dressed as Napoleon or Cher
Throwing them into contests that were always judged so fair.
I laughed aloud when I saw Queen Sheba or Astronaut Glenn.
Jon always found the cutest cats, many of them not a sliver thin.
We entered each other’s contests, and took prizes off each other.
Jon was a confidant, a friend, more affectionate than a brother.
His poems often rose to the place of gold, and I would give it a star.
Not knowing until the end that it was from Jon’s sweet poetic guitar.
Jon and I both had an appreciation for humor, and we liked cats a lot.
We put in HMs often, and my poems often slid into a winning spot.
Comments would get crazy as back and forth we would often go.
I really miss this poetic master, this contest holder, my friend Jon Coe.
He is in heaven now, surrounded by his cat, Zeus, the big meow.
He stopped to get him on the rainbow bridge's joyful brow.
He is probably reading these poems and loving them.
This poem is to say thank you Jon, now rest. Amen.
Brave indeed..I've thought to long on what
To write.? She stands with Jon Wedger; both fighters for childrens rights.. i ment this is a tribute.' Yet maybe its also a rallying cry.? My prayers are for her safety
I beleive her contribution to humanity
( should be written on UK skies) why not
Great mention of her in media? Or of Jon?
Or the countless more.' Who strive to bring the light of truth.' With actions with
Hope that makes me dare.' To think some
Will be lifted.' When they realise there lives
Those who will stand, though gagged and banned with worthy hands, that an encouragemant shall ever live.'
Found a new friend, his name is Jon
Asked him, 'where the heck is your H?'
He tried to recall and seemed to remember
There was a shortage in 1938
Parents failed to put their order in on time
So Jon was basically out of luck
His H has been missing ever since then
Poor guy it really must suck
Imagine all the times people have asked him
Likely driving him out of his beano
Certainly can't be blamed for a tirade or two
Heard he's heavily into the vino
Strange how a small thing like a missing H
Can affect one's psyche to the core
If you happen to have an extra H lying around
He'll pay a big bunch of moolah I'm sure
Found a new friend, his name is Jon...
© Jack Ellison 2012