Tarzen

A Poem by John Preston

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

© 2015 John Preston

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Added on October 1, 2015
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John Preston

Ashbourne, Derbyshire Dales, United Kingdom

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I'm past my time not long to go, but ha I'll just keep going, day by day one step at a time. I can not write but I try poetry, rime a little story. Please comment as you feel. It's good to know. Dy.. more..