The Key of J

I had to jot a journal
But the joke was still on me
For the jolt of junky jewelry
Juxtaposed what I could see.

In the morning with my java
I just had to jump for joy
For the jackass in the newscast
Was not anymore employed!

I was jolly, I was jigging
When I heard the jerk was out
And with jingling jubilations
I began to jive and shout!

When I judged the jug was empty
And the journey nearly spent
I became a gentle jockey;
Had to joust to pay the rent.

Though the jackals all were jealous
And the junkies slept in jail
I could jam their jeer transmissions
And continue forward sail.

Outward juts the journey lifebuoy!
Closer comes the salty sand!
I will jar upon an island
And inherit jungle land

Where the juice of all the flowers
And the surf of all the sea
Serves to sear the evil javelins
But brings happiness to me.

The Saw

Then I looked and I saw.
Then I saw and I looked.
I liked what I saw
What I saw when I looked
When I looked at the saw
Saw the saw at the scene
Saw the scene where I'd sawed
Sawed the tree where I'd seen
Seen the branch touch the trim
Touch the trim of my house.
And I sawed off the branch
Gave the branch a good trim
Got that branch off the trim
Off the trim of my house.
And I saw a good scene
Sawed the scene where I'd seen
And thus changing the scene
I saw, and I sawed.