Johnny Gets Grabby

Silly poem about about a naughty boy.

Johnny-go-Faster, he was the master

Of stealing a kiss on the go

But when he got rude and touched Tina's b**b

She tied his two arms in a bow

 

Johnny-go-Faster, no longer master

Sits in the corner alone

For touching a b**b, he's one sorry dude

On Christmas, he'll get only coal!

Author's Note

Now I are a poet.

Reviews

[Marie]

A wonderful witty poem! I hope Johnny learned his lesson and thereafter, kept his hands to himself! So much said in so few words. Nicely penned, your words paint a picture of a very naughty little boy whom Tina sorted out! Lovely write, Sam. Enjoyed reading! Thank you for sharing...

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. For some reason, I'm keenly familiar with naughty boys.

[Marie]

Hahahaha :)))) I can't believe that, Sam!!!

[FlatDaddy]

Ah, yes, I knew a few of those, but was never that kind of boy. I waited 'til I was a man and knew how to be more discerning, choosier, and could run a lot faster!

Good one Sammy, as usual!

[Samuel Dickens]

Than you. I was much the same.

[SweetNutmeg]

I know a couple of guys who deserve to have their arms tied in a bow. If only I had known how at the time. Tina seems pretty talented. I see this is a COVID era poem. I wrote several silly poems during the beginning of COVID. What else did we have to do? What a strange time. I'm glad you and I made it through, with our talents to keep us sane in a crazy world.

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. God might like us, it seems.

[Lorry]

Indeed you is Samuel.
Johnny has seen the error of his ways, but I do remember being very much like him, in a grabbed, feely then runny kinda way.
Maybe it's the great life cycle of man's understanding as we get older we realise we were the real b***s all along! 😃

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. I've been obsessed with b***s my entire life, but only ever did one run-n-grab . They were huge and I was drunk!

[redd Brick Keshner]

How much coal did he accumulate, year after year, I wonder!

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. How much coal? Probably a lot!

[Patricia]

Too funny and yes it is a poem of sorts

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. Hope you're doing well.

[Patricia]

I’m doing ok but still haven’t heard back on my biopsies, they took seven of them but being a nurse no news is probably good news. But my lord they take their sweet time.

[CLR9]

Johnny is going to hell. But grate pome :D

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks. Trump and all his cohorts in crime may leave no room in hell for Johnny.

[barleygirl]

Thank you for keeping me company among bawdy poets blasting the sensibilities of the serious types feeling so pious & peaceful with Christmas on the horizon! I guess we're all feeling a little like Johnny, since this Christmas isn't bringing much togetherness. I just read that in Cali, we're allowed to only congregate with those we live with all the time . . . can't keep track of the rules, since I don't have to follow any out here in the wilderness. The deer & wild pigs don't mind my germy breath! Good job keeping imaginations uplifted despite many restrictions! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. Things are much the same, here. Just my son and spousal unit. No friends or guests. And yeah, it's not good to not be a poem-nazi.

[Samuel Dickens]

It's not good to be a poem-nazi...