Calamity Jeanne
Calamity Jeanne is not her name
She's much too cheerful for that
She's earned her fame as a happy dame
Who laughs at the drop of a hat
Jeanne has a smile a whole mile wide
She's spirited as can be
She's a cuddly gal, I must confide
The perfect cuddle for me
Her dad was Art, her mother Em
They were a twosome of happy souls
Of course Jeanne got her genes from them
They did well in their parental roles
I implore Jeanne to stick around
Her presence is so delightful
If ever I thought she was elsewhere bound
For me, it would be most frightful
How lucky was I to find my Jeanne
Losing her, would bring on insanity
I can't imagine a Jeanne-less scene
She's my gal that has no calamity
by Stan Cooper...8/99 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2007-12-20 at 22:32
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