Ballad o’ Jake A Classic Joke Rhymed

“Woman, I be sick. O Lawd, I’s hurtin’ so.
I hate those ‘spensive doctors but a’doctorin’ I’ll go.”

“Suit, yo’self, Jake. I’ll suit mine and sleep an hour mo’.
Don’t come back without a pint of Gordon’s from the sto’ ”

When Jake got back he poured some gin and grinned real bright and pure.
“Woman, I got godly news. I’s sick but they’s a cure.

The doctor probed and poked and then he firmly said to me.
“Three meals a day is all you need, good lovin’, TLC.

Else we put you in the ground, so heed me, I don’t lie.”
Jake’s woman rolled her big brown eyes. “Honey, you gon’ die.”