The Ode For Johnny Bravo Poem by Loreta Muskardin

I don't know how to write an Ode
but you inspired my fingers to type.
I don't know who the hell you are
nor who the diapered baby with the arrow is
But I saw you around on Monday
and passed close to you on Tuesday
On Wednesday I almost crashed into your
Parked poem in lot number five
Thursday was strange, you were different
and on Friday you were back again
Saturday Poem by Bravo scares me
and on Sunday it melts me again

So, I just said to myself

This Johnny Guy deserves a poem
Not written by his own state of mind
And he'll probably laugh and say
Hey you, that poem sucks..
But I don't care about that,
I call it an Ode and so it is

On Valentine Day, he'll get his
usual applause from the unknown crowd
And the day after, drunk with fame
He'll just settle back and write
something different again and again