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Poetic License: Jelly Ball Joys

June 23, 2011
Joe Pacheco
He’s not from Florida

He’s from Palestine,

He’s not just a boy,

He’s a grandson of mine.



Sometimes he’s funny

Sometimes he’s for real,

Sometime’s he’s naughty,

But he’s always Jaleel.



He’s not thin or fat,

He’s not short or tall,

But he can roll round his bed

Like a real Jelly Ball.



At home there are horses,

Goats, a peacock and sheep,

For Jelly Ball to count

Before going to sleep.



He’s not very quiet,

He does like to scream,

Except when he’s waiting

For his share of ice cream,



Then he’s quiet like an angel,

A well-behaved boy,

Nanny Marge’s delight,

A Jelly Ball Joy.





He’s young but he’s strong

So I’m warning you,

Watch out for Jelly Ball

When he masters Kung Fu



And he gives you that look,

That Jelly Ball stare,

A look meant to chill,

A look meant to scare.



Still he’s more fun to play with

Than a room full of toys,

Papi Joe’s house is jumping

With Jelly Ball noise.



And when the neighbors wonder

What is that sound?

It’s Jelly Ball Jaleel

From Bethlehem town.



He’s not from Florida

He’s from Palestine,

He’s not just a boy,

He’s a grandson of mine.



For Jaleel with love

From Papi Joe

Article Photos

Jaleel Pacheco Al-Ahmar

 
 

 

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