and she called jello “jigaloo!”
Whenever we passed she’d say “helloo,”
and I’d often step upon her shoe.
When I was feeling sad and blue
she’d always make me feel like new.
She was often crazy, it sure was true,
when she’d entertain me by eating glue.
One day we took a trip down to the zoo,
and I stepped in a pile of doggy doo.
Over our heads, the birdies flew,
and she thought they’d taste good in a nice bird stew.
When she’d sneak upon me and shout out “boo”
I’d always reply with a monotone “ooh.”
The girl I met when I was twenty-two;
the girl who called jello “jigaloo!”
(About this poem: This was one of my first, and favorite, poems. Notice how all the end words [word at the end of the line] rhyme? *Thanks to Greg for the logo!*)
