Colin F. Jones

TONY

~ 1 ~

Well I reckon you deserve a medal,
‘cause it ain’t no bloody joke,
Sorting out the scribbling
of all us poetic folk,

~ 2 ~

I suppose it takes a bit of time,
sitting there rattling on the keys,
Sometimes while eating breakfast,
with ya pants around ya knees.

~ 3 ~

But mate where else can we go,
If you don’t continue with this stuff,
It would come as quite a blow,
If you were to say you’d had enough.

~ 4 ~

We’ll send you rolls of paper,
And fumigate your plates,
‘Cause whatever is your caper
Sure strengthens us as mates.

~ 5 ~

In fact you help us veterans,
With our PTSD to cope
Inspiring us motley lot of writers,
To help others with it cope.

~ 6 ~

So mate you’re stuck with it,
The hard work and the care
A lot of love and friendship, mate,
Which all us folks in here share.

©Copyright December 5, 2005 by Colin F. Jones