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Would you? Would you add to my poem and see where the story of old John goes?



Might be fun :wah:





Old John






At the bottom of my garden

just a little to the right,

stands an old stone cottage

pebble dashed and painted white.



Now in that little cottage

lives old man John.

You can see him in his garden

with his big boots on¦..¦

He always seems to wear them,

Be the weather cold or warm

He told the local postman

That it keeps his toes from harm.

He does a little weeding

When they sprout above the earth.

And drops them in his compost heap

Behind the small bird bath.

The garden is Old John's kingdom,

The worn lawn chair,his throne.

The flowers bloom in homage,

a bright, respectful tone.

But the tone does not bother him

for ...alas Old John is deaf.

So he grows he's small tomatoes

and prepares them for his 'Ketch...

The sauce he makes is legendary

for it's made with love and care

It always wins at garden shows

and at the local fair.

Till one day when his mate proclaimed,

"Oh John, what have we here?"

"Your sauce is but a canned good,

your beard is in the food!"

He signed to poor deaf John

and John burst out in laugh!

A pity it won't pass the test,

it really is the best!

When he sat and ate a curry

piled high with many a chip.

John had a habit of using the sauce

as a spicy Indian dip.

And so Old Joe could so pretend

He had contentment in his life,

His garden, good sauce, and his friend,

But......oh....he missed his wife.

Yes, Joe is John's twin bro,

they never skip a beat.

Two hearts joined neatly to and fro,

Oh what a two twin treat!

Now each of John and Joe

Got married to a sister

They shared a house full of warmth

No need for any demister

John and Joe were both great cooks

Their sauce of wide renown

From tomatoes grown in the little garden

With special fertilizer they laid down

PS Nice save CinnamonBear

Joe missed his little lady,

but found solace in the home

he shared with John and Sadie,

never feeling quite alone.

"Let's head to town and find a pub"

John said to his bro, Joe.

"We'll have a laugh or two

and take a pint to go."

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(Thanks, sparkey, and welcome!)

So John and Joe,

they walked so slow,

but got there just in time

To see the show;

(A friend they know)

A funny pantemime.

Whilst on their journey home.

a coffee was a required.

so into a café they went.

The waitress came to serve

them who said her name

was Fione.

She looked at John with

a twinkle in her eye.

What can I get for you my dear

she smiled and said to him.

Three coffee’s if you would Fione,

please bring them over here.

As they sat and watched the telly

that hung up on the wall.

John just could not concentrate

for he kept thinking about Fione

who really was so beautiful that

he wished he could bring her home.





Hi there sparkie and welcome.

Thank you for adding to the poem.

But John, he had his Sadie

waiting still at home.

And Joe was so enamored

he couldn't stand alone.

"Fione, Fione--

The pints turned to a gallon

and little did we know,

that funny ol' time pantomime

turned soon an all night show!"

Fione was left just speechless,

this Joe and John surprise.

The coffee was a steamin'

and she was in their eyes.

Seldom did the night shift

bring such a giddy pair.

She knew she was beholding

twins comfortably rare.

Then through the bar room door came

A mountain of a man

His tee shirt stretched so tightly

His hat with jaunty brim.

The man approached Fione

And took her in his arms

"Aha dear wife" he sneered at her

"Stop showin off yer charms!"

Poor Joe he thought he had a chance,

But now 'twas all in vain,

Fione was already taken

By that mountain of a man!

But it was all just a joke by the hunk

Fione didn’t know him at all.

She lifted a coke bottle from a table

and hit his head with a thump.

But old John just kept on thinking of Fione

as her story was ever so sad.

She was a lass of only fifteen years

who didn’t have a mum or dad.

She’d lost them when she was a baby.

Now living with her brother and wife

who incredibly, was also called Sadie.

John felt this must be a sign for him

that came from up above.

John and his beloved, he thought,

must show care and shower her with love.

So they took Fione back to the cottage

And gave ger tender loving care

Joe, John and whichever wife remained

There was little room to spare

Fione ate well until one day

A man came to the door

He proclaimed he was Fione's father

Who she thought dead, but no more

For behind the man and at the curb

Was the biggest stretch limo Fione had seen!!

It seems her long lost daddy

Was ready to come clean

She turned to John and Joe

Not knowing what to think

Lifted her left eyebrow in question....

And went to check the sink [or if she is now over 18, then went to pour a stiff drink. I've lost the plot about how old she is:p]

Thanks for the welcome everyone and thanks for starting this thread binbag - it's fun to contribute and watch it develop. Can't wait for the next instalment :-6