Judge her jewelry with prejudice, Jim-Just-Jilted,

You're jealous.

You may be Jesus, you may be Judas,

Joyful yet single, jeering jube jovial.

Fix fox eyes on Jennifer, Jim,

Her justice jinxes Jupiter,

Her breath jonzing mint julep,

Her fingers free to frolic,

Her posture prim and prurient,

She savours prospective suitors

With wiles wanton and willful.

Judge her with prejudice, Jim-Just-Jilted,

You're jealous.