Floating In The Air
Once, when I was barely three,
I climbed up the tallest tree.
My Granny was scolding me,
And yet, I didn't care.
A crude diaper parachute
left me in my birthday suit.
And I must've looked so cute:
for folks stopped to stare.
I recall drifting for miles,
soliciting ahhs and smiles.
My butt was on the X-Files:
floating in mid-air.
I neared my destination,
at the local train station.
Yet felt some trepidation
about landing there.
People were gawking at me,
pointing and laughing with glee.
So, I decided to flee;
It gave me a scare!
On my return trip back home:
I felt as light as sea foam.
And sure as my name's Jerome:
It's all true: I swear!
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