MAD JAM JOSH HOOK

Seldom gloomy, seldom sad.
Thoughts to give, she never had.
Free with air, her sweeping hair.
Dancing Jay, I call her ‘Mad’.

Seas of spur, she ever swam.
Wham slam! A gale, or a Ma’am?
Red with heat. Down with the beat.
Whistling Jay, I call her ‘Jam’.

Might of hers will quash & slosh.
Folly of hers will wash & tosh.
Good will toil. Noble will spoil.
Mocking Jay, I call her ‘Josh’.

Life & luck, a pinch she took.
Drapes of sanity, she fiercely shook.
Numb she fell. Her Tree can tell.
Drunken Jay, I call her ‘Hook’.