Jim
Somewhere is better than nowhere, grinning is better than grim;
Bourbon is better than bibles, but nothing is better than Jim.
He’s the old guy with the bedroll, who’s had a hard knock or two;
He sleeps in a rusty wheelbarrow, parked every night at the zoo.
Jim hasn’t a care in the world, though ashes cover his beard,
And all the grownups who cross his path think he’s completely weird.
But children think Jim’s a wonder—he teaches them letters and sums,
And never asks for a penny, and lets them pound on his drums!
The children all think that Jim’s tale is something that ought to be told,
So here’s to all the Jims of the world, who cannot be bought or sold!
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on November 1, 2020, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig and tagged ashes, bedroll, Bible, bourbon, care, grim, hard, letters, nothing, nowhere, rusty, sold. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.
Marvelous! Such a fun poem! Reminded me a bit of Jonathan Jo, but in that it’s more about what he has in the wheelbarrow, not about the man himself.
Bravo
Happy Sunday
Much💙love
Hooray for Jim! You do these things so well.
Jim sounds awesome. 🙂
Nice write, clearly pictured, Teach! Congrats.
Has he met Charlie? Charlie: https://eggsovertokyo.blogspot.com/2013/03/charlie.html
What a marvelous poem! Hat’s off to the Jims of the world!
I LOVE this! Yay, Jim!
Here’s to Jim! I love the very much. Thank goodness for the Jims of the world, and for those who remember them.
Absolutely WONDERFUL picture of “Jim”…:)jp
How well you paint the picture of Jim who everyone would be pleased to know.
What a character. I’m going to remember the line: Grinning is better than grim.
Cheers to Jim. Cheers to YOU. Cheers to me.
Love this so much much. I may be a Jim at some point. Sending wishes for a good day for you.