Ode to Jenny
Some doggerel I came up with on the spur of the moment. Jenny's an old friend with whom I used to work.
Ode to Jenny
The lady's name is Jenny.
Her worth can't be counted by the penny.
She's busy analysing business needs.
She'd rather be planting organic seeds.
She spends too much time dealing with Brad.
Occasional visits would make her glad.
It's her birthday coming soon.
What will she be doing at noon?
Will she receive be breakfast in bed?
Alas no, she'll stay waiting to be fed.
Will she be opening presents?
Oo-ing and Ah-ing over contents.
November the first is the date.
It's a day we all celebrate.
The church says it's All Saints Day.
"No, it's Jenny's." We all say.
It's time for a-hipping 'n' a-hopping.
Nope, she'd rather go uptown shopping.
To the waterfront for a nice lunch,
Surrounded by flowers, by the bunch.
And later a dinner with champagne.
Now that's a reason not to abstain.
More to come? We hope there'll be many.
For the lady whose name is Jenny!
