Slim Jim. Poem by Michael Gale

Slim Jim.



Feed the child...
Don't be wild.

Take care of him...
Teach him to swim.

Be his stable...
Make him able.

Is he slim? ...
His name, be Jim?

Slim Jim...
On a whim?

No thought...
His wars will, be fought.

What's in a name? ...
Surely, no fame?

A beef Jerky(Jer-key?) ...
Slim Jim (A car door unlock-er) ?

Names, names, names...
Games, games, dames?

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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