Jenny Penny

Jenny Penny
by Jayne Archer


Jenny Penny had a problem. She was always a worried girl. If you asked her friends, they would reply quite quickly that Jenny Penny, was always in a frenzy, and no one really knew why.

When Jenny Penny saw an all-black cat,
She’d turn on her heels, clutching her hat,
Back down her street she would run,
Inside her home, where all was done,

When Jenny Penny played in the field,
She’d search for the four-leaf clover concealed
When none was found,
Jenny would leap from the ground,

Back down her street she would run,
Inside her home, where all was done,
At school every morn’ an Apple she’d eat
Health, she thought, the apple would keep,

No doctor she thought would ever come,
But when illness struck there was stun,
Back down her street Jenny would run,
Inside her home, where all was done,

When Jenny Penny played with dice,
She thought Yahtzee was very nice,
Until she rolled the number six,
When she was convinced there were tricks,

Up from the game she would flee,
and we know what comes next, between you and me,
Back down her street she would run,
Inside her home, where all was done,

When on the street, Jenny would walk
Even if she tried to talk,
Ensuring she wouldn’t step on a crack,
For fear of breaking her mother’s back,

If at any point she misstepped,
A sense of fear was always kept,
As back down her street she would run,
Inside her home, where all was done,

As you can see Jenny Penny was scared,
For superstitions Jenny cared,
It’s not really fair for her to fear,
The things far and the things near,

Her friends would say that she was quite manic,
But the one thing they’d beg was “Jenny, don’t panic.”