A short non-ballade about the First Jack-John Do...

We were glad to tell out friends
That early you get up,
Or, maybe, dreaming of sleeping on...
That you come cuckooed,
Or drink only beer
To the joy of your mammy and to your father's surprise...
And if you had sisters and brothers...
(As usual the family is difficult to deal with
As with the job)...
Who are you really?
An agent, policeman or criminal?
We tried
to get to the goal...
Dug in the web
Wit mouse, spade and bulldozer!
WE were so
glad to row,
But let it be something to...
Neither a word nor a letter about Do-the-Boy...
We're leaving in tears.
We're coming in tears,
And we dream about, in our shameless sleeps,
That the Kind Magian
Has sent to us mail
The file about you and that "soap"
Where your filmed and which is alive,
Which washed the liver and time...
Forgive us tautology and excess lines,
It's time now to say you goodbyyye...
And after all...
We'll be hopefully waiting for our friends letters...
Just hurry up to dig out something on Jack!