Oh my good friend Jim.
He lived in a boat by
the Hampton Roads.
The best fisherman I ever knew,
but a very bad cop.
Hush! Don’t let Jim know.
And his sweet wife Caroline
Matriarch of the farm!
A royal treat beneath the sheets.
She brightens up my day.
Hush! Don’t let Jim know.
There goes little brown betty
with her mouth in grass
and her tail in the sky.
The cow’s all grown up.
She’s running to the mountains.
Hush! Don’t let Jim know.
Jim’s kids are at the shack.
Homework nearly finished.
When they’re done
I’ll swim with them at the lake.
Hush! Don’t let Jim know.
One night I was playing poker
I was sipping some Bud
Jim kicks the door waving cuffs.
You have the right to remain silent…
Gosh! What does Jim know?
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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