As sung to the tune of
Help Me Make It Through the Night
The Original song was sung by Kris Kristofferson
Once gold was my long blond hair
But summer's changes turned to fall
Now there's wrinkles on my skin
Lines of memory of it all
Yet you're still here by my side
Love by day and through the night
Flyin' fast, our walk-through time
Hand in hand walk in the Light
And we're still singin' our song
Though baby, I don't understand
How yesterday's tomorrows,
On earthly plains, somehow must end
Many tomorrows are gone
That were once far outa' sight
With you, I've never been alone
Lovely days of golden light
Lord, I'm grateful for this life
Lord, I'm grateful, I'm his wife! <3
Happy 49th Anniversary Jerry, I love you!
A 49th Anniversary song (Sort of a parody!?) to my beloved husband Jerry, from his loving wife, Betty Jo.
As sung to the tune 'Help Me Make it Through the Night'
Original Songwriter: Kris Kristofferson.
By Jerry B & Jerry C
We must forget the past and work
together for a brighter morn.
Let hatred die with the old year,
and let our future now be born.
I may be old, but not forgetful
I let things just fade away
Learning not to be regretful
Rising toward a better day
So Looking at this future
That lies in front of us
Escaping from last year
And shaking off it's dust
Chorus
So, let us touch our glasses, together in a toast to better ways.
Here’s to your prosperity my friends, may life bring you better days.
Instrumental
I may be old, but not forgetful
Letting thing just fade away
Learning not to be regretful
Rising toward a better day
So Looking at this future
That lies in front of us
Escaping from last year
And shaking off it's dust
Chorus
So, let us touch our glasses, together in a toast to better ways.
Here’s to your prosperity my friends, may life bring you better days.
Better Days
Ahhhhhh Better Days
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2026
Cat and mouse Tom and Jerry
forever chasing through the library
they’re really true blue best of friends
though both refuse to make amends
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I hated him,
fought with him,
threw words sharp enough to cut.
I called him a psycho,
as if he was
and he—
he just nodded,
as if guilt was his to bear.
He took my beatings,
my storms,
without a single strike back.
And when I broke,
when tears came like floodwater,
he didn’t turn away.
He pulled me close,
patted my hair,
and whispered,
“It’s okay… I will be with you.”
That was the moment,
like Tom understanding Jerry,
we stopped being enemies—
and became something more.
Saxophone & sipping cabernet,
toe tapping,
writing away
dancing within dream,
head bobbing.
O those French mots
j’aime. Sax O!
Relax O, merci beaucoup!
Kim Rodrigues © 2025
jigsaw puzzle Jerry was alone in the world, or so he thought
He found Jeremy, jigsaw snail, as soon as he stopped looking for a friend.
They were happy as friends, wonderful pals who never fought.
Their loyalty and respect for each other never faltered, it never did end.
Ben and Jerry each one of both of them is dumper than the other
Ben and Jerry dump and dumper one of them call the other a sir
hello lovely poets nothing much Tom and Jerry show or showing off
Jerry’s on his holidays
So Tom‘s left all alone
Maybe Spike would be his friend
But Tom can’t find a bone
That great big sleeping bulldog
Often dreams of roasted cat
If Tom Cat wants to be his friend…
Well, best of luck with that
So Tom tapped Spike’s left shoulder
Then he yelped an awful cry
Tom’s tail was chomped and that’s what’s meant
By ‘Let sleeping dogs lie.’
jungle jerry had no real life
one day he flung his suits into the fire
burned silk ties and designer shoes
headed for remote island
where he could simply live
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”
Our bodies work just like machines
Without a warranty.
To know how long each part may last
We have to wait and see.
Certain joints may need replacing
And, through surgery or meds,
Organs may require assistance
So we’re not stuck in our beds.
As we age we may not be prepared
To face the well-known fact
That in older bodies, all the parts
Do not remain intact.
Thus we jerry-rig the wires
And replace the triple A’s,
Hoping that will be enough to help
Extend our waning days.
Suave Piano Jerry was playing away on piano keys.
Along came a singer, as sassy as you please.
She plopped down on piano and said I will sing with you.
Her notes were flat, as for melody, she had no clue.
I can be your valentine and follow you from town to town.
Okay agreed Piano Jerry, but for now, please get down.
He wrote out a schedule, which was bogus of course.
For the singer’s voice was worse than a neighing horse.
She remembered where she’d met Jerry.
It had been on a moving ferry,
She journeying to rejoin Kerry,
With whom life was mostly merry.
But Kerry Gangsters would soon bury,
Seal it and there shan’t be Query!
He had their rules broken with Terry;
A loss and she’d kept drinking Perry
And on Not-Stewed Rice: Beri-Beri…
No more appetite for Sweet Cherry
And rather little for Loved Berry…
Jerry could never be Nice Kerry:
One-Thousand-Times A Cheating Lover,
Though, she’d caught him not: Good Cover,
Falsely claiming being often busy
And that Life has not been quite easy...
From Killed Kerry to Cheating Jerry;
She’d continue to curse that ferry!
Tom the Cat has some new amazing ideas up his sleeve.
He is constantly outsmarted by Jerry, a mouse who is his peeve.
He has built a mousetrap guaranteed to get this varmint once and for all.
It is camouflaged like leaves, and about sixteen feet tall.
Tom is confident that he will be eating roasted mouse tonight.
He loves the idea of grilling Jerry up; a tasty rodent delicacy delight.
Jerry has outsmarted him for the last time, he is sure of this.
He chases Jerry into the yard, but alas, something goes amiss.
Tom the Cat ends up in the mousetrap and all the mice are laughing.
He is caught in his own slick idea, while the mice lie down for napping.
What the heck! Why do the animators tease and torment him this way?
He is forlorn and angry again for the remainder of another bad day.
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