Joanna Mary John

(This is to celebrate Godawful Poetry Week Fortnight)

I dream of you, Mary John;
Night, evening, noon and morn:
Since the dreaded day I was born
In the yellow field of corn.

Joanna Mary John!
Mary piari piari John!
Where have you gone
On this very lousy, interminable, undesirable, loathsome, yellow August evening?

Mary John, you're like ice-cream,
You come each day in my dream,
Light up my day like sun's beam;
I write poetry filling paper-ream.

Joanna Mary John!
Mary meet-hi meet-hi John!
Where have you gone
On this lonely, drowsy, diabolical, amphibian, blue Thursday evening?

Like the chord to the song,
Like the rosogulla to the Bong,
Like the right to the wrong,
You're as beautiful as the day is long.

Joanna Mary John!
Mary misplaced simile John!
Where have you gone
On this ugly, sad, bad, mad, fad, cad twenty-first evening?

Update: To further celebrate, I thought I'd remind people of my earlier posts on poetry - here (an interpretation of Frei De Fisch's incomparable "Freedom from Early Morning Phlegm") and here (extraordinary concepts in recent Tamil film song lyrics).