Francesca Johnson

Rookie (I'm a metal tiger - there's your clue / Europe)

Francesca Johnson Poems

1. Puzzle? 2 10/29/2008
2. Epigamic Presense 11/17/2008
3. Tree-Mendous 11/17/2008
4. That Egg... 11/22/2008
5. Life And Banks 11/26/2008
6. Edge Of A Cold 11/26/2008
7. Heard In A Gp Surgery........ 8/15/2009
8. One-Eyed Scottish Golliwog 2/8/2009
9. Putting Me Through The Mincer (A Meaty Poem) 8/15/2009
10. Epigram 12/12/2008
11. You Whinge..... 2/8/2009
12. I'Ve Been Zapped....... 2/8/2009
13. Memories..... 11/22/2008
14. Noggin 12/12/2008
15. To Kill A Polar Bear...... 10/31/2008
16. Mothered Or Smothered? 11/17/2008
17. Puzzle? 1 10/29/2008
18. Piecing Together 12/10/2007
19. Icing On The Cut 1/6/2008
20. Grey Day 12/12/2008
21. My Man's Lady 3/18/2010
22. It's Half Past Midnight 12/1/2008
23. Lightweight 11/26/2008
24. Peace Reigns... 8/11/2008
25. Time To Go Metric 11/22/2008
26. She Wears Her Elegance Well...... 1/6/2008
27. He Bimbles 12/10/2007
28. Unidentified Frying Object 12/15/2008
29. Wetherby 1/6/2008
30. Isis And Orisis 1/10/2008
31. The Damage Is Done (In Senryu Form) 9/30/2007
32. Let's Get Sirius 1/6/2008
33. Old Ted Of The Cut 9/29/2007
34. Glow 5/1/2009
35. Doing Pennants 5/24/2009
36. Eating You 6/11/2009
37. Lord Ledgie Of The Cut 9/29/2007
38. Party For One 1/6/2008
39. It's Quarter To Nine 11/4/2007
40. *baptism 4/27/2009
Best Poem of Francesca Johnson

A Temporary Man

A temporary man
can
be a good distraction
when filled with action
of the physical sort,
a real sporty sport.
Any port in a storm,
so they say.

But

a permanent man
can
be a true mate,
her best friend
who's willing to lend
a helping hand
day or night,
do what's right,
hold her tight
and just love her,
and love her,
and love her.........forever.

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Old Ted Of The Cut

You don’t want to talk to Old Ted!
He has a bite almost as ferocious as his Rottweiler.
People give him a wide berth as they pass
His rotting old narrowboat,
Rusting and uncared for.
Just like Old Ted.
Blackened portholes adorn the sides
And a collection of old pieces of metal
Lie gathering dust and cobwebs

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