poem of the day September 27 

I called him Jerry

for twenty years
Till I found out
his name is Dick

I never imagined

Dick was not a Jerry

So next time I saw him 

I shouted "Dick I've been 

calling you Jerry 

for all these years

Why didn't you correct me

over a couple of beers?"

Dick thought for a while

then he started to smile

"You're the only one who

ever calls me Jerry

So when I hear 

someone shout Jerry

I know it John 

not Fred or Terry"

It was then that I realized

there was a reason to this story

for Dick to remember my name 

I had to call him Jerry