"jimjams" poems
I love my jimjam
Jabama jabamers
You calls ‘em PJs
Some call ‘em pajamas
My jimjams are old
And all busted up
There’s a hole in the sleeve
Where my elbow snuck
But they still fit well
Real snug as can be
Though threads from my cuffs
Do dip in my tea
But the buttons still hold
And the pocket still carries
They keeps me warm at night
When the winter tarries
So I pop on my jimjams
‘For I hop into bed
And I curl up real tight
Once my prayers are said
I love my jimjam
Jabama jabamers
You calls ‘em PJs
Some call ‘em pajamas
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC
Hey
You
Yeah you
How you doing?
Getting on with stuff
In this rough of roughest times?
Or wobbling a bit?
Sit in your jimjams all day. It’s cool.
Anyone with anything worth saying
Loves you
Be annoyed a lot
And try to smile
But don’t fret if it takes a while
The ups and downs are real. Feel em.
If you have a hug to hand, use it.
If not, accept the alternative
Through screens
We mean it
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC