Gobbly Gunk
Sit down and turn around.
Plant your tomatoes in the ground.
Get up and shake it off.
You know pigs eat from a troth.
Stir it up and shake it down.
This is no place for a clown.
Were you born standing up?
Did they smack you on the butt?
It can be fun with another.
Someone other than your brother.
I had a dream the other night.
The sight of you gave me a fright.
If spirits are real, what about ghosts?
Who eats the fastest gets the most.
The A, B, C’s of you and me.
What you get is what you see.
Have you tried kissing in the dark?
Sometimes it is not too smart.
Try to bend down & touch your toes.
Knees straight. Don’t wrinkle your hose.
I must say, today is dragging.
But, I’ll survive. I am not bragging.
The last boy was different than me.
He was not insane, you see.
Diamond Mountain is the place to go.
No diamonds, but lots of weeds grow.
This poem is an insane piece of crap.
You’re not alone in thinking that.
So, guess I’d better end it now.
Before some reader has a cow.
———————-R. W. Johnson—–(20160