Japanese Scout 1942
Oh yer poncing on Kokoda and you see a little Jap,
Like a Rabbit with the Myxo, he dunno where he's at,
So he plonks at you with bullets, per Arisaka gun,
5 shots an he's on empty, now will come the fun,
Bandy legs come staggering, forward at the trot,
His bayonet fixed to score you, the bayonet fighting slot,
So play fair and bayonet fight with old Tom-Tit,
Parry and a butt slap, till death does do it's bit,
Another for the Pigs to eat,
When all are left to rot,
Of jaw bones there were many,
From the Japanese, a lot,
The first to see the other,
Got first shot, 20 yards away,
Another death another,
And the sadness came to stay,
So you never stopped a watching,
In the jungle clearings green,
Let your guard down, bullets costing
Blood n guts, it was obscene,
On the booze and home again,
Keep them white coat guys away,
no leccy shocks to keep me sane,
Behind the green fence isn’t, aint, ok,
Cos it's not, behind the fence of green,
Where I have bloody been,
2 never, never, never bloody stay….
Don Johnson
Categories:
poncing, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Angels feathers
now an again you find,
the little feather,
yes i have found me some,
no birds a poncing in me house,
but still indeed they come,
angels feathers some...
Don Johnson
re Gail Doyle "Feathers From Heaven"
Categories:
poncing, adventure, me,
Form: Ballad
Candlelight monorhyme
By candlelight I said gooday,
The little shiela came my way,
Stood me up, she didn’t play,
Buggered off with Joey Jay,
Darkside dinna want em hey,
Rejecting poncing pals I say,
Catch another girl I may,
Cos I’m just ol Johnson, grey.
Don
Russell Sivey
Contest Name
By CandleLight |
Categories:
poncing, adventure,
Form: Monorhyme
Bob Quigley,….Voices….
great poem, the motivation,
the despair that rides the mood,
the sadness, awful sadness ,
till the mind gets maybe stewed:(
Tony L
imagination says it all,
a bull without the taste of gall?
what does we have, whats really here,
long horned poncing patio steer:) chuckle...
agape moses, Freds dread
so it moved him off camp,
like a bull camel with the guts ache cramp,
a purge quite enterprising,
just short of re-alising...:)
decamped...
Linda, ooh
and there he stood in a jealous rage,
chomping on his toenails stage,
so we turn another page,
and time has made it right:)
old age....delight...might...assuage.
Don
Categories:
poncing, adventure,
Form: Ballade
Tweedle dum and Tweedle de,
are in this verse, I hope oh gee,
Queen of hearts had a some where part,
An the tin man blubbered he? ………Did he?
So falling down this plurry hole,
she found a lunatic, not quite whole,
he had a silly sort of grin,
she found n left him in a bin,
he then went on the dole. (Unemployment )
So poncing down the local path,
Alice saw and seen the lucid wrath,
Of sweetie the Queen of Hearts,
Or was it tarts, Queen Tartly.
Cos she’d seen better days.
Did I ever read the book?
Not likely old chook?
for Debbie's go ask Alice contest
Categories:
poncing, adventure
Form: Rhyme