Jonesy has a lot to say:
This is Jonesy’s wedding-day.
Let him have his short-lived fun;
Let him prize his putrid pun;
Let him love his little laugh;
Let him chew his cheerful chaff;
Let him to his mirth succumb:
Tomorrow Jonesy will be glum. (dumb?)
His orations, then I fear,
Will condense to “Yes, My Dear.”
Let old Jonesy have his say–
This is Jonesy’s last free day.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 30, 1945
