Creative Writing, Poetry



Her name is Jane
could I be her Tarzan
swinging from vine to vine
I very much dough it
Swinging  pillar to post
Yelling out, oh damn words are Trademarks
can’t use them here oh dear
I’ll shout them out
did you hear the shrill
Birds taken flight from canopy’s
Lions roaring chimps a calling
Elephants stampeding music loud
How many ribs have been broken
pounding chest never spoken
We could meet for lunch
I’ll bring you a bunch
Sitting around just larking around
Could have been on my course
Swinging arms watching ball
A hole in one, best shot of the all
I’ll play to finish just one round
So it’s your turn mine’s a pint


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