WOAH! Jonathan Takle

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This is my poem, totally true.
Jonathan Takle, he is a poo.

He draws monsters in class, then sits on the couches.
His posture is poor, for he always slouches.

But make no mistake, hes actually a good bloke.
I promise, no lie. Really! No joke!

He doesn’t work out, although he’s got a nice rump.
He loves it in public, when he takes a nice dump.

He’s a real honest mate, he’ll never be a snitch.
He has lots of good qualities, though he drives like a b****

He’l never slander a bro, never pay you out.
He’l tell you straight up, so there’s always no doubt.

I dont think he likes it, when I play on his mac,
But whether he likes it or not, Im not giving it back.

I remember a train ride, to the busy city sector,
He freaked when he saw that ticket inspector.

He got cut when we got that silly train fine,
He claimed “I didn’t know! I didnt see a sign!”

But I’m sure he’l pay, hes an integrous dude,
He would never be cheap, he’s just not that rude.

He rocks on the drums, he gets the joint pumping,
He rocks it even more, dropping a supernatural dumping.

He loves the Lord, he knows his Master,
Don’t mess with Jahn Jahn, you’ll find only disaster

Hes good at footy, that magic right boot,
Also at B-Ball, if only he could shoot

But he has one strength, he’s good on the boards,
Watching him play, like Bob Dylan hitting chords.

He’s from a good home, the proof can be seen,
If I was a girl, I’d be really keen.

But he’s got a nice girl, which is really no surprise,
They’re a really good match, though he’s double her size.

One day they’l seal it, it’l be a nice wedding,
I hope for his sake, that hes got some nice bedding.

Although you see him now, totally placid,
When that night comes around, there’ll be nothing flacid.

But before that day comes, we’ll have for this child,
A bucks to get loose, but nothing too wild.

We’l take him to party, we’l party for a while,
If he can handle rockin, Evan Lekkas style.

But as fun as it sounds, he wouldn’t be down,
Because he running for Jesus, striving for that crown.

So really she’s lucky, to have him for keeps,
I like this kid, he’s one of my peeps.

I model on Jon, so much of my walk,
‘Cause he does it for real, its not just all talk.

Despite his good rig, and power and might,
Even when provoked, he’l never wanna fight.

We study together, look out for each other,
I love this guy, like a real brother.

You gotta get to know him, find out his deal,
He loves that band, is it Stealing O’Neal?

When he is around, it’s a really sick place.
But he should shave the bum fluff, that grows on his face.

Its a Bible College life; sleeping, couches, kebab.
Chillin with the Jahn Jahn, that life is never drab.

So say what you will, this lad’s a cool cat.
Because he’s Jonathan Takle, and he rolls like that.

It’s really hard, to pen in this rhyme,
How much of a blessing, he is all the time.

What I write now is truth, I say its no farse,
But I really should try, and focus in class.

I think that I’ve written enough for one day,
But I’ll write again soon, I’ll be bored again anyway.

By Evan.

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