Let's Name Him Jerry
A subtle whisper into my mother’s ear
by my 15-year-old brother Lawrence Dean
and she proclaimed me Jerry Wayne Brotherton
the prettiest baby boy she’d ever seen
Okay, okay, I hear what you are saying
I might have stretched the truth just a little bit
But in my mind, that’s exactly what she said
and it’s my story so I’m sticking to it
Jerry is old English in origin and
diminutive of Gerald (The ruling spear)
In 1941 the name reached its height
but then slowly it started to disappear
Sadly, the name grew less and less popular
until it very nearly became extinct
Unfortunate that I was born sixteen years
after this great name had climbed up to its peak
Alas that set the very tone for my life
whenever it comes to money, fame, or sport
the never-ending motto that will begin
to describe my fate “day late and a dollar short”
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