Journeys Journal
Jersey City was a joy.
It’s on to Jackson, then Troy.
Joined a group in a Jeep.
Prices jumped, it wasn’t cheap.
We’re singing jungles on the way.
Just about the end of day.
We made it to Jackson and joked around.
Just one jammin’ motel was all we found.
Troy had jackets that we liked.
They were black with metal spikes.
Now, we had to go back again
Jackson, Jersey, then home, the end.
It’s on to Jackson, then Troy.
Joined a group in a Jeep.
Prices jumped, it wasn’t cheap.
We’re singing jungles on the way.
Just about the end of day.
We made it to Jackson and joked around.
Just one jammin’ motel was all we found.
Troy had jackets that we liked.
They were black with metal spikes.
Now, we had to go back again
Jackson, Jersey, then home, the end.
Key Words : Travel
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This alliterative poem is about travel and how getting there is half if not all the fun.
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singing jungles I liked - thought of the Dylan song set in Jersey City