John was a wise man
Who had himself a plan
'Cuz he had a real itch
To get a tropical tan
But John wasn't rich
He'd married a young witch
Who stole all of his cash
Yeah, she was a real bitch
Yet John was not rash
And he spared her the lash
Then he hopped on a jet
And took off in a flash
Now John, I would bet
Has repaid that fowl debt
And now swims in the water
Without getting wet
Ha!
ReplyDeleteJohn... livin' and learnin'!
Eric I love this! What form is this?
ReplyDeletePamela
aahahaah I love your sense of humor. =) And as usual, the rhythm of your poems here.
ReplyDeleteKisses. =*
lovely humor.
ReplyDeleteyou rock...
come to potluck tonight, enjoy some fun.
Thanks for the comment left in my blog.
Sounds like John's a real player who is always thinking! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a great little ditty..
ReplyDeleteThat John is a smart man who had a great plan...
i love the rhythmic flow and humor in this piece... brilliant!
ReplyDeleteThinks - did you mean 'FOUL' as per rotten, or 'FOWL' as per poultry? ! :)
ReplyDeleteI meant FOWL, as in duck - he swims in the water without getting wet.
ReplyDeleteThat touch of fowl humor ends JV nicely.... A topical tropical fun ride ...
ReplyDeletegood job, Bubba.
LLR
Thanks, LeeLee! Glad you stopped by!
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