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
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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about the highs and lows of toxic relationships, from drugs, to dudes, to the drama of it all. the . how it can feel so good when it's good, and so bad when it's bad. how it makes us sick - codependent and fixated on them - and can begin to believe we need them. and how we are the only person with the power to change things in our lives. it's about what medicine you take, because good and bad are both all around us all the time.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 days ago in Poets
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