Who could find the sheer temerity?
To wallow in such ( sin-serity )
Caroline is an old clerk, Now she is out of work, She has no special perk, She wants to find the jark, So she goes to the park, It is very dense dark, She walks on the tree's bark, She hears the sound of snark, Finally she finds the secret mark, She also sees a lovely lark, It tries to shirk, Suddenly ,it catches by a spark, And it has become a chark , Alas! I am not a nark.
I didn't mind you balling Jack in our sack
Behind my back
But to take the fridge which held the beer
That was low, even for you dear
Now I hear you've dumped Jack, in favour of Mark
Everybody knows, he’s a nark
And what about the beer
Is it true, Mark the nark was shot in the dark
Now you're with Joe
The price of beer, it’s shocking you know
Heard the news, heart attack, poor Joe, and at the point of blow
Way to go Joe, the beer will flow
Is it true, Joe’s hardly dead, and you’re away with Fred
My god, I'm drinking myself dead
Oh no, surely not Fred, he was in his prime
Time gentlemen please, time
Well that sobered me up
You’re living with Mary, quite contrary
That's it, you've crossed the line
I'm the laughingstock in the Rose and Crown
You have finally pushed me over the ridge
For Christ sakes woman
Keep the bloody fridge.
A view is an antic of peaking surplantage,
of a particulated particular-
vantage of window dressing the addressing of
undressing, show, nark of culpability.
Causing a scene, perception slanted
with ideal synoptical instantainables processing implanted proof that is nosey and wants to know,
what it is, to see.
Dear neighbor Snark, can we please build an ark?
We could use little McCark’s elm tree bark.
I don’t know Marc, is this a trick or a lark?
Not if we include my cousin Clark.
The one Des Moines police use as a nark?
Yeah. Meet us behind blue skateboard park.
And be sure to include Shark and McQuark.
too early to prite woetry
weary on this danuary jay
thoughts hidden in a gadow's shaze
between the lines no faces spound
no reasons told for vissing merse
lonely pen found dry leaves mo nark
discordant rhythm mo neter
words waiting to find listant dight
restlesness on this dinter way
a weary mind wants spristant ding
A man came up to me at the train station and said
"I just got out of jail"
I asked "What did you do to end up in jail"
He replied "My Girlfriend narked on me"
"Why did she nark" I enquired
"I got into selling drug's and brought a gun,
"She found the gun and phoned the police"
"Perhaps she was afraid" I stated
"I shoud have a go at her" he said
"perhaps you should try another job,
"think about it, in sale's you can make thousands
'in sales you could sell a house"
"Allow yourself to dream"
"You could become a fashion designer"
"you could become a football coach"
"you could become a nurse"
"A sales man I know took his wife
around the world eight times
a football coach dosen't have to worry
about his girlfriend finding guns"
Naughty little brother hitting people just for fun,
Soppy little sister snuggles up to harassed mum,
While other sister Lesley thinks she’s in a royal court,
And “Ten Ton Tim” throws the tennis balls he’s bought,
One hits little Lesley on the head with quite a force,
She storms off to her room, in a nark again of course,
She slams the door behind her once she’s made her way upstairs,
And then there’s the twins, I know that trouble comes in pairs,
Michael’s riding Richard with his undies on his head,
While Craig from down the road is wearing swimming trunks instead,
“Ten Ton Tim” then offers the other boys a fight,
One which probably won’t finish until very late at night
“You and Craig onto me!”; a tempting offer to the boys,
Who start to rush towards him brandishing their army-toys,
Lesley reappears from the dark behind the door,
Intending not carry on moaning any more,
Dad is quite sensible at stays at work ‘til dark,
I think it’s more crowded here than in Noah’s Ark.
Mother calls for quite but the noise just carries on,
‘Til Craig suggests they go to his and then the rabble’s gone!
(Written at the age of 9 or 10)
The code of silence,
unwritten rules,
existing in gang culture,
even over common laws.
You don't see or hear anything,
you don't say nothing at all,
otherwise your labeled (Nark),
and these people will all know who you are.
You will be heckled and threatened,
even run out of town,
you'll be forced to change statements,
because it's not just you who will go down.
Your family, your friends,
everyone you know,
they'll pay the price,
if you don't change your mind.
A (Nark) is way up there,
on a gangs hit list,
they'll be no where it hide,
not in this country anyway.
So think of this,
when you see something you weren't meant to see,
is doing the right thing,
is cracked up as it's meant to be.
You may have a hero complex,
even being just in what you want to do,
A warning about what I know,
that decision, usually doesn't always effect you.
M.Mahauariki © 2008
Great winning verse babe I do see here,
us mortals shiver shake with fear:)
here comes the iron maiden, near...
beware of all temtation, here:)
sweetly, anon,
johnson's gone.
so long,
Don
Yes Deb
tantalyzing sweet it be,
the kitten swings,
n there be ye be,
all dressed in irish lore,
begorrah sure...by me before:)
done diddly did it.........Don
Yes Joe
the subtle fix for loonytics,
is in the poultry soop,
escape into the words n rhyme,
where johnson gets a kick,
most times...
sometimes inflicts:(
4 Deb
Its like playing cards in the dark,
not knowing if its nark or shark,
but poet you is are for sure,
just as sure as dumbledore,
ol johnson sure can squark...
Lee, What you say is truly right,
an open mind sets the spark alight,
never doubting, stronger will,
correct the hunches, might you chill,
the masters pattern, a delight...
Know you’re alive
Oh you know you’re alive!
In a punch up mate,
And you duck ,
as he swings at you,
Straight left does get,
you out of strife,
right cross for him will do.
(your shout George.....after a punchup)
You saddle a nark ,
of a horse so sweet,
till on his back you get,
drops his head ,
bucks n roots ,
thrown from the saddle Fred.
So you sit behind the saddle then,
while he pigroots, pigroots, too.
And you try to climb a climbing back,
a bouncing back, into the saddle too.
But he rears and tips you off old mate,
and you’re a picking up your hat.
A smug look on the brumby horse,
A saying “what do you think of that!” :)
Don Johnson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2xYHGqJDgY
Sisters talk
Sisters bark
Sisters love to tell and nark
That is why god
In all his grace
Gave brothers extra closet space
watch them run, watch them flee
bustin down the doors in pairs of three
a drug dealers nightmare has now come true
who gave the answer, who gave the clue
for ones secrets have escaped from the dark
which is the friend, which is the nark
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