A good friend once called me a Wascally Wacko
Methinks I will play a little tune on my banjo
While dancing a jig
And downing a swig
Accompanied by Liberace on piano
Some people call me a Wascally Wacko
Methinks I will play a little tune on my banjo
While dancing a jig
And downing a swig
Accompanied by a friend on piano
A good friend once called me a Wascally Wacko
Methinks I will play a little tune on my banjo
While dancing a jig
And downing a swig
Accompanied by The Wulfman on piano
© Jack Ellison 2015
Clear the track, here comes Jack
Or Johnny Canuck to some
To a bunch of friends on Poetry Soup
He's that Wacko Jacko bum!
He's Canadian eh! From way up north
From the land of ice and snow
He eats bowls of nails for breakfast
Wearing manly lumberjack clothes
“Good day eh! How's it goin' eh?”
Are two of his favourite greets
As he polishes off his morning brew
With a slab of uncooked meat
He's a tough old dude, that's for sure
With mush instead of brains
A grizzled good natured son of a gun
With love running through his veins
He'd give you the shirt right off his back
But it's too damn cold up here
For fear of freezing his nipples off
Instead he's just say, “Wanna beer?”
Clear the track, here comes Jack
Or Johnny Canuck to some
To a bunch of friends on Poetry Soup
He's that Wacko Jacko bum!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Writing is one thing I do daily
Early in the morning
My mind will be humming
So wise the words of wisdom sounds
Alike a rice free of sands
Helping to humanity
Teaches you humility
Makes you a star in your community
You live with impunity
A wise man is not questioned
When you are wise
You turns unique
People begin to mimic you
These are the words that make sense
The words that are sensible enough to bring light of information
Its information cure deformation
The formation of wisdom in the citizens is the development of the nation in all angles
It is citizens that owns a country and not country that owns them
Leniency brings light to the world, and makes right for a nation
Where wise men are filled, nothing lacks
Where knowledge is being stored is treasured with higher value
Where wise information are being shared, you don't see much deformation
Life has many things to give for those who are wise
Wiseness is not only information, but a gift of rational thinking
Talent is a gift of
the moon waxes 'neath
the sleepy shadow
of its own halo
as yonder by the mirror
lake, a lucid lunatic
waxes poetic
as he listens and sways
to the tempo and
rhythm that go
with the tunes of colors,
red to violet, in the
lunar rainbow
which he alone clearly
hears in the night
with deep delight
he grins at the moon,
hours he can't keep,
crawls back to sleep.
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