So where'd he go?
He was a child minder
Old mug, fund finder
living monotonously
He was a pension man
Bold hug, tensions bland
Believing in originality
so where’d he go?
Some say Africa, in the hot sands
Others Saudi or the grand land
with the Grand Canyon in hand
or ol’ England, hot cups & tea
maybe the church, so religiously
How about India, spices & laughs
Or Afghanistan, war struck halved
I heard Kashmir sells Pashmina scarf’s
But isn’t it against them to love the arts
With their rules & stone cold hearts
Off topic Miss. Stone, please calm down
Where he go, great ol’ Johnny BeArown
So where’d he go?
They say he was a freedom fighter
Fighting against the tyrannical ignite
He flew the depth of the purple night
So they say, didn’t he burn in the light
Maybe he was a superhero, maybe not
Sure he was, Ol’ Superman astute to opt
To fight against wrong, he fought a lot
Surely not human, maybe a military robot
Was he on our side, or a Nazi in disguise
Wasn’t he just a sweet old man
………………………………*looks of surprise*
Of course not, he was special *Slight Frown*
So Where he go, great ol’ Johnny BeArown
He was a child minder
Old mug, fund finder
living by necrophilia
He was a pension man
Bold hug, tensions bland
Caught acting in paedophilia
Not all old men are sweet…
Remember…call the police
If you see old people acting strange
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