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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