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 sat 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 lovebirds sang beautifully in springtime, lovely 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
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
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
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
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
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