September 12, 2017

FIVE 17TH SYLLABLE POT OF JAM POEMS


FIVE 17TH SYLLABLE
POT OF JAM POEMS

1
Mama never called it jam
when she gathered berries
to make jelly.

2
I wondered as a boy
caught in mischief
how it got me in a jam.

3
You can catch more flies
with honey.
Wouldn’t sticky jam
work twice as well?

4
Music of colorful fruit
Mashed into mason jars:
a jam session?

5
Too much pot,
he jams his foot on the gas
and speeds down Strawberry Lane.


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2 comments:

  1. Love 4 and 5. Looks like we had a similar idea!

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  2. LOL - these are so much fun Sal! especially as you continue down the line - :)

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