May

This is a poem about Jack,

Of cuteness there is no lack.

We visited him in May,

And with him we did play.

 

Other friends we saw as well,

And sat and talked for a spell.

Family, too, we enjoyed,

Much fun and laughter we employed.

 

But the highlight was baby Jack,

And I hope we will soon be back

To visit him and others

And enjoy the love of one another.

 

That's why this poem is for him

Something I wrote on a whim,

And by myself understood

My poetry is not that good.