Best Jerome Poems
A little red starfish was just as cute as he could be.
lived on the bottom of the deepest part of the sea,
but he was very unhappy in his dark watery home.
He wanted to be a cowboy; his name was Jerome.
He found some seaweed and with it he made a rope
that he needed to catch a seahorse. It was his only hope,
but seahorses swim very fast and Jerome was slow
so he found one sleeping when the tide was very low.
He rode on his horse's back for most of the day,
acting like a real cowboy. It was so much fun to play.
When he got home, he told his Mom about the ride
and she laughed at his story with her eyes open wide.
His Mom said that was neat, and it was time to eat.
She gave him a shrimp then Jerome had a special treat.
When he told his baby brother that he had a horse
Little brother wanted one, and Jerome said, "Of course!"
Two little cowboys rode their horses from shore to shore
across giant waves and sandy bottom of the sea floor.
It was the game they never ever got tired of playing
so Jerome decided in the sea he would be staying.
March 14, 2021
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No military general, no 5 star general, yet Uncle Jerome was General
5 star general is a Army rank, Delighted the Olde English 800 got old pronounced the liver during the time that Uncle drank
Numberless occasions Uncle told me stories alike and I regularly listened like it was dissimilar instrumental
A storyteller is what you can call my Uncle
Reminiscing and drinking malt liquor is what Uncle did till the liver had no ammunition army tank
Several noble credentials I seen were concealed, yet Uncle recognized nobility in nephews potential
Uncle was the motivational water and I was a maturing plant
Uncle and I were a match and I keep my fingers crossed his kidney doesn't go amiss if so nephew is a match
Schedule an appointment for a kidney transplant
Surgeon supply a deficiency, add life to Uncle, fill him up along with a newborn life supplemental
Iron the wrinkles away from his flesh and blood like pants and allow his heart to beat again like once broken up rock bands
I knew my Uncle was monumental; I built a monument in my mental
Power balance bands are your wristbands; NCAA Florida Gators hats are your hatbands
Three brothers, three sisters and a world of nephews
But I was the only nephew you were judgmental too
Tough love, Uncle all I want to say is "THANK YOU NEPHEW LOVE YOU"
- Loverboi
MY FAVORITE BROTHERS IN THE WORLD WHO NO COULD BEAT, THEY'RE ALWAYZ THERE
FOR ME,MA BOSSES WHO'S ALWAYZ RUNIN THE STREETS, THE GANSTAS WHO'S ALWAYZ
SUMTYMES DOIN WRONG, BUT ALWAYZ FINDIN WAYZ TO KEEP THEMSELVES STRONG,
THEY'RE ALWAYZ LOOKIN THOUGH BUT 1'S CRYIN INSIDE, PRAYIN AN HOPEIN HIS CHILD
WILL STAY ALIVE, EVER SINCE HIS BROTHER DIED, HE DOSEN'T WANT HIS KID 2 LIVE THE
SAME WAY, SELLIN DRUGS,SMOKEIN WEED, LYKE HE USED 2 EVERYDAY, HE WANTS 2
TEACH HIM THE GOOD'S & BAD'S IN THE HOOD, MAKEIN SURE HIS SON IS UNDERSTOOD,
PRAYIN 4 HIS TWIN THATS IN HEAVEN NOW, HOPEIN THE LORD IZ LOOKIN OUT 4 HIM ON A
SPECIAL CLOUD, I PRAY 4 U ALL HOPEIN U'LL STAY OUTTA TROUBLE,AN I'M PROMISEIN
THAT I'LL COME AN C U JAMIE, U AN UR PRECIOUS LIL BABY
-mimi
Coming back home
On a day you did roam
My love is for you my Jerome
I will wait at home
Not in our dome
Get me a pretty garden gnome
Back in your strong arms of love
After all they fit me like a glove
Caring softly like a little dove
Kisses from heaven above
Home to stay
Or I will cry and turn gray
Me and you everyday
Eternally to have fun and to play
Date Written: 2/11/2021
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
It was warm in the yurt; the desert was unyieldingly hot.
There was the slight scent of ylanylang, it was sweet.
The guy wearing the yarmulke had a captive audience
He was yacking to the point of yammering, I could barely watch.
Yack Yack Yack Yammer Yammer Yammer
How could these other guys stand it?
He was giving them his lowdown on the festival of Yule.
They yield the floor to him, which was insanity.
I know him well, and he has never attended such a festival.
Someone walked in carrying a tray of food including one yam.
That yam is mine! I yelled with a yowl.
I had not meant this as a yawp, but it came out that way.
I yearned to get out of this yurt, but the show was not over yet.
My cousin was stroking the back of an old man with yellow hair.
A youngster came over to me and asked for a bite of my yam.
I stared him down; I do not even like children; they have no place here.
This is for men, not babies.
Yum! I said. This is super delicious.
The youngster shrugged and waked off, seeming not to care.
Yesterday I might have been a bit more generous, but today I am angry.
I got talked into this gathering, and I knew it would be the Jerome show.
It is always the Jerome show when my cousin is about.
I yearn for the end of this craziness.
I want to go home and be me again.
Jerome John Garcia
was into smoking reefer
as a guitarist his music was in his head
so he formed The Grateful Dead
Lorine and Jerome were sitting in a tree
Both starry-eyed and talking profusely
Jerome turned to Lorine and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Lorine turned back smiling and said, "Yes, you're my one and only."
The two love birds sang beautifully in springtime
Beautiful chords played on and on, oh so sublime
Then 9 months later, early one cold January day
A little bird sat on the tree branch alongside Lorine and Jerome, just chirping away