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The Saga of Johnny Suwannee

Contributed by norm on Tuesday, 1st April 2003 @ 10:36:12 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Johnny Suwannee was cool.
He followed the golden rule.
The young mathematician had made a decision
to do all his homework at school.

Johnny Suwannee would comb
all hair on his vacuous dome.
The young mathematician reversed his decision
and did all his schoolwork at home.

Johnny Suwannee grew tall.
increasing the state of his gall.
The young mathematician renewed his decision
and did NOT his homework at all.

Johnny Suwannee:
Ate marzipannee,
Played a harmonnee,
Worked for a carnee,
Went to Killarnee
Kissed the Blarnee,
Saved all his monee.

At the end of these deeds.
He added his needs,
and found that since birth
No ups to net worth.

Johnny Suwannee:
knew he had faults,
no monee in vaults,
no monee for malts.
brain worked in halts,
doc said, "No salts",
knew not to waltz.

Johnny Suwannee was down.
He walked about all over town.
The old mathematician did know his condition
and lived all his life as a clown.

Johnny Suwannee, Begorree,
will never gain fame nor gain gloree,

So...

Don't mess up at school 'cause you'll be the fool
and that is the end of the story.




Copyright © norm ... [ 2003-04-01 22:36:12]
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Re: The Saga of Johnny Suwannee (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 1st April 2003 @ 11:40:44 PM AEST
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norm, this is excellent! and very creative important message:)


Re: The Saga of Johnny Suwannee (User Rating: 1 )
by wolfflow on Saturday, 19th April 2003 @ 09:45:32 AM AEST
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lmao, sounds just like me, wonderful


Re: The Saga of Johnny Suwannee (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Friday, 4th July 2003 @ 02:07:58 PM AEST
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No8 of 10 (sorry about the duplicated comment, on No 7, working too fast)

Now this one wags a finger
moves fast and doesn't linger
The third verse makes your reader smile
the fourth has got a change of style
the fifth we're on the downward slope
the six'th we're left with little hope
and then the lesson for the fools
don't mess up your days at shools.

I liked this Irish influence (where do do you get that from). There's a roughness about it.

Good individualistic write








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