Jimmy Grimes

Poor ould Jimmy Grimes lived a life of rhymes,
And that you may think could be a mite amusing,
But it caused him such unfortunate times,
For it was not a life of his own choosing.

Today they'd call it an obsessive compulsive disorder,
A failure to walk the narrow path of logical,
Forever straying over the border,
Jimmy's decisions were often quite diabolical.

To shrinks, quacks , and men in white macs, he was a chiming mystery,
" Your demeanour " they concluded, "Mr. Grimes, is most inscrutable ",
When in a jiffy, he married Kimmy in a registry office in Rimini ,
Though Lucy would have been far more suitable.

Kimmy poured scorn on Jimmy's affliction,
Scoffed at his desire for a greetings-card-life,
So Jimmy sought treatment for his homophonic addiction,
To win the devotion of his ( frankly ) bleedin' hard wife.

With their children Jemimah and Hieronymous,
They rode in tandem to Rhymers Anonymous,
In a darkened room folks shared their woes,
Of how they longed for a life lived simply in prose.

Jimmy who in truth had sunk a few beers,
Felt the urge to unburden and tell of his fears,
" My name is Jimmy and I'm addicted to rhyme",
To generous applause they urged " One day at a time .......
....... arrrggghhhh ",


But tomorrow is another day right ?
Oh yeah and erm good night.