Rhymes For The Current Time
Little boy blue, come blow your horn.
The sheep are in the garden, the cows are in the corn.
Who wrote this sappy little rhyme?
At the least, they should be doing jail time.
Sheep & cows could care less for horn music.
Send out the dog, he’ll herd them, you see.
Such blitherings are lost in translation.
They almost sound like incantations.
But then, I guess I can’t complain.
Some of the current stuff is pretty lame.
Like “The Elf Song.” Vulgar as hell.
Don’t be singing it or I will tell.
Other vernaculars of this age
display a sample of daily rage.
I won’t bother to repeat one here.
Almost any of them will make it clear.
Lets clean up our act folks.
Make them clean without the jokes.
Have it come from deep inside.
The results will open eyes wide.
I will leave the content up to you.
Use your imagination; you’ll come through.
——————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)