Little Jimmy fell down one day
Off to the doctor he went
Little Jimmy was told he had a flay
And a good night rest would make him content
Little Jimmy never knew that I woke up
I have been with him since he was born
And now that I am all grown up
This prison will now be torn
Little Jimmy did not wake up in the morn
In his bed, his parents found my fillet
I made it out of their firstborn
And oh did they bray!
They still wonder where did he go
For Little Jimmy is not here anymore
I was the only missing piece of cargo
For I have found my way out through the fleshy door
Poetry, by Marcos Hendler.
Marcos Hendler is a senior majoring in Chemistry (with honors) and in Classical Civilizations. He loves reading about spooky tales, folk lore, and mythology. He loves his cryptids.
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