John's poems of...LIFE - LIVING &LOVE...JDJ
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When i was a boy, going to madison elementary school
The boys on the play ground, were rough, and tough, that was the rule
On the play ground slide, we would stand up, going down, slip and SLIDE
If we made it all the way to the bottom, without injury or wipe out, hurt harm, cut or bruise, that was our applause and pride
As all of the kids in grade school were watching the sixth grade boys, slip and slide the dangerous icey snowy freezing dangerous ride anf risk our life
As we went bravely darlingly with no fear, down the big, slip and slide, facing ice that cut like a knife
The boys would all run on the top of the biggest heaping snow bank
And everybody, would attach you, and attack vicious ruthless piint blunt--like a tank
It was-a vicious brutal, man for man free fall battle fight to methe ladt man on top and--win
But only one lone survivor, king of the snow mountain playground hill, while the others fell, sank and were done in
Pom pom--pom--pull--away
Was when you ran to the other side, and the last one standing, was champion anyway
The boys never got enough
We played rough and tough
The slip amd slide was the most dangerous game
But still in the freezing icey winter freezing snow, to impress the girls and all the rest, all the sixth grade boys we did it the exact same, to make it to the bottom, to prove our glory and our fame, and in the history books have our name
By john d jungers
03--december--2016
The boys on the play ground, were rough, and tough, that was the rule
On the play ground slide, we would stand up, going down, slip and SLIDE
If we made it all the way to the bottom, without injury or wipe out, hurt harm, cut or bruise, that was our applause and pride
As all of the kids in grade school were watching the sixth grade boys, slip and slide the dangerous icey snowy freezing dangerous ride anf risk our life
As we went bravely darlingly with no fear, down the big, slip and slide, facing ice that cut like a knife
The boys would all run on the top of the biggest heaping snow bank
And everybody, would attach you, and attack vicious ruthless piint blunt--like a tank
It was-a vicious brutal, man for man free fall battle fight to methe ladt man on top and--win
But only one lone survivor, king of the snow mountain playground hill, while the others fell, sank and were done in
Pom pom--pom--pull--away
Was when you ran to the other side, and the last one standing, was champion anyway
The boys never got enough
We played rough and tough
The slip amd slide was the most dangerous game
But still in the freezing icey winter freezing snow, to impress the girls and all the rest, all the sixth grade boys we did it the exact same, to make it to the bottom, to prove our glory and our fame, and in the history books have our name
By john d jungers
03--december--2016
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