JOHNNY IN THE JUNGLEA Poem by Phil Roberts
Johnny was bored with his life as it was
He felt as though his fate was decreed By the likes of Victorian undertakers With professionally ingrained sympathy Wringing their hands with grief to his face Rubbing them with glee behind his back Solemn faced professional men Who were here to bury After all So, feeling as he did about his life He packed a bag and headed for the jungle Where there are no rules at all Other than those which keep you alive Amongst the roaring beasts on the ground And the screeching creatures of the trees As well as the snakes that hang, crawl and swim Always beware of snakes and their venom And even the tiny deadly mosquito Filled his every day with possible peril But he had freedom Of a sort By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on July 5, 2016 Last Updated on July 5, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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