John Fall, A Romp Through Life</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=7.htm>John Fall</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>A Romp Through Life</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>After the spawning<br>And the pre-forming<br>Then at the dawning<br>A dew-drop at morning<br>Appears.<br>Then there is fawning<br>While the dew-drop is yawning<br>Until without warning<br>It lets out a yell<br>That breaks the deep spell<br>For years.<br>The dew-drop it fattens<br>into globular patterns<br>Some say that it's chubby<br>Some that it's grubby<br>All day.<br>A dew-drop no longer<br>It daily grows stronger.<br>This dynamo transponder<br>Seeks the far yonder<br>At play.<br>As it grows ever taller<br>I become smaller<br>And meet a brick waller<br>Whenever I holler<br>At him.<br>Then his hormones start racing<br>His engines are gracing<br>High octane fuel for the chasing<br>Whatever is embracing<br>And slim.<br>An Adonis on wheels<br>Is just how he feels<br>As he twists and wheels<br>And plays all the fields<br>For his pleasure.<br>But at last he is smitten<br>and thoroughly bitten<br>The contract is written<br>To start his begittin'<br>In good measure. <br>After years of good living<br>With much taking and giving<br>He looks like a sack<br>Misshapen and slack<br>In the middle<br>A couch potato no less<br>As well you might guess.<br>How good living, I confess<br>Has made him this mess<br>Is a riddle.<br>With gout and the ague<br>Both of which plague<br>He's not good in the liver<br>And can no longer deliver<br>The goods.<br>This body magnificent<br>Is no longer so innocent<br>And departs from this life<br>Full of trouble and strife<br>To the woods.<br>There they bury him<br>Who supped to the very brim<br>All that life could offer<br>But is now in his coffer<br>What a sin.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>