My Name is Jymmy. My Dad is a Cop
Disclaimer:
I don't own anyone except Jymmy. I'll give everyone else
back
after I'm done. (Maybe)
A/N: I was originally going to put
this into a story, but it seemed
to me that it stood out better by
itself. Ms. Ayscue's 5th grade
class at Bristol Elementary was
asked to write poems for a grade-
wide challenge. Below is the
winning entry.
"My Name is Jymmy. My Dad is a Cop"
By
Jymmy Grayson
My name is Jymmy. My Dad is a cop.
The
taxpayers blame them
and barely stay
civil.
They don't pay them much
Respect slows to a
drizzle.
Please pass the cereal,
I ask every morning
He tosses them to me,
One flake by flake.
Mom tells us to eat,
and stop horsing around
but
inside she's laughing,
at the horse
sounds he makes.
I say goodbye with a smile,
and he'll turn and smirk
Then I leave for
school,
and he goes to
work.
At school I learn
and I play
Until a car and two cops
pulls up to our lot.
And I hope that
the news,
that I dread doesn't
come.
Not now, not soon,
and please not today.
But they walk on past me,
right on up to my friend.
His father is dead.
A wound to the heart
That the
doctor's can't mend.
My name is Jymmy. My Dad is a cop.