Now it's May...as in 'Month Merry'
We look outside and see it's very
Bright and warm and dry and can
With confidence those flights we'll plan!
We'll dust off winders, and wind rubber
Or fire up engines too long dormant
Props then will throw air in torrents
So our builds go up and forward!
Young birdlings will soon fledge and fly
Our builds will join them in the sky!
Categories:
winders, encouraging, flying, may, sky,
Form: Rhyme
Linux Ubuntu
If ya ever tire of Winders,
with its million upgrades,
Virus making Hackers,
fixing yer hard drives, yes in spades,
Can yer expand yer mind a little,
shift the mothballs, yes in waves,
learn a Linux of language,
where the Hackers do not prey,
cos they don't crap in their own nest,
cos pollution aint ok,
and the variations differ,
ole Linux here to stay,
Dual booting Ubuntu and Windows,
and its never really slow,
been a using Linux 4 years,
just thought you'd like to know.
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXvsvi8gIfE
Its just like windows without the virus,
but you have helpfiles if you get stuck, online...
Categories:
winders, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Winders protection racquet?
DODGE COOKIES USE CNTRL SHIFT N....INCOGNITO BROWSING
Yes winders bloody winders,
The bastard’s bogging up today,
And the cookies bloody cookies ,
Are a loaded, loaded hey,
So you clear out the cookies
Keep the passwords dumble dumb,
Or programs will krapp about all over,
Wheres me password, grumble bum???
And they are selling you protection,
From the vicious scum sucking scum,
Written by the virus protector,
A protection racket mum,
Lots of money in it some?
Should we go get-um friggin Linux,
Not much virus work for some,
Is it any less frustrating chuckle dux,
For the idiot my chum ….
Add to it hey
Don Johnson
Categories:
winders, addiction,
Form: Ballad
of life n death an sweet caress,
an pretty flowers too,
with a little shower i am blest,
must shut my winders 2...
great poetry Francine....
"Temporary Blossoms"
Don
Categories:
winders, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
nette onclaud
Contest Name PERSONIFICATION OF JANUARY
Ferrets revenge
January made me sadder
February was very dark,
March had a little madness,
Ferret bit the postman aaark.
Chased the Postman up the footpath,
Stop ya whinging, letter carrier,
Cracking stockwhip round his earbones,
Flew down the footpath on his barrer.
Stockwhip in me house a cracking,
Ready for the burglars hey,
Tie wire for a little cracker,
Slice em ears off, anyway.
Electroflied the bedroom winders,
240 volts on a nail,
When they lifting out me window,
Touches nail, hip hip hooray.
Driving up the footpath safely,
Driving nongs into the street,
Pull the stockwhip crack a few times,
Pedestrians pick up their feet.
White coat bludgers are a coming,
On walkabout, perhaps we’ll meet,
Off to see sweet brown eyed Jane
Maybe get some love so sweet.
Don Johnson
Categories:
winders, adventure, me, me,
Form: Ballad
Come one come all cam one holds her tall cam two lights and all four horses trollop
away in the night. Alive at five Adult mind Winders shall perform a demonstration a
subscription based presentation on their aggressive fertilization Freed to breeze,
free to roam lost yet watched, aped and treated as apes are the hurt and innocent
seeking solace in corrections for already karma cashed errors while the Neanderthal
pre punished by genetics zig zaggin zoo masters frantically scoop our poop faking
real for the next. When everyone knows, is it still a painting or an adult rendered
fridge ornament of disgrace? Hmmm either way or neither way I will continue to lie
here and allow my masters to push forth with the sucking of my aped banana
while in a hammock I rest.
Categories:
winders, anger, angst, forgiveness, slam,
Form: Free verse
In Knotty Ash where magic lived
The trolley runs all day
The pillbox on the corner stands
Five flagstone from the bus stop
Outside the News and sweetshop door
The start of Eaton Road
The next left down East Prescot Road
Woodbourne winds around the back
An’ up above the nex las shop
Was where we ‘ad ar flat
The front door opened to the street
then straight up stair at that
With a landin’ an’ two bedrooms
With winders to the street
But if y’stepped two steps straight on
Past the bathroom door
You’d be in the famly
Dinin’ Livin’ Parlor Room
We called ar ‘appy ‘ome
With not much left but kitchinette
An’ veranda to stair down
The back garden had a shelter
Left over from the war
And three brick walls for climbin’ on
With a big door for the tea shop
And a single that was ar’s
Lookin’ back it was n’ much
But back then it was ‘eaven
Categories:
winders, history, social, urban,
Form: Bio