Poetry Monday :: Jam

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Poetry Monday. Jam ... all I can think of is the trouble variety of jam, as in "in a jam". And then one of my own poems start running inside my brain. The song is a repost from November '22, but the backstory is new.
The lines: "I got myself in and I'll get myself out." comes from the Pern books by Anne McCaffrey, where we meet Piemur, a boy of small stature, but a grand scale troublemaker, and very likeable. Once upon a time there was a forum for discussing all things Pern-related, and Brenda Appleby posted there, singing songs of Pern to her own tunes and often her own lyrics supplementing those from the books. Her rendition of "The Question Song" was exactly how I had imagined in my head. She and I were both intrigued by Piemur and his trouble and we agreed that the sentence "I got myself in and I'll get myself out." would be a great refrain for a troublemaker's ballad.
I do not know if she ever wrote this song, if she did, her version will be miles better than mine, as
I do not think I did justice to my idea ... but then again aren't plans always bigger, better, more ...
So I present:

The troublemaker's ballad.
I get in a pickle as often as not
I get into trouble, yes that is my lot.
I don't want to do it
I want to be good,
To help just a bit
To lighten the mood.
That they'll find me out, I know without doubt
But I got myself in and I'll get myself out.

When things they go wonky they just call my name
"Don't try to explain now, excuses are lame"
I did a good deed,
At least as I think
Where I saw the need,
But they say I stink
That they'll just blame me, I know without doubt
But I got myself in and I'll get myself out.

I got in a jam now so many a time
The mess and the trouble, the hot spot is mine.
And when I defend
my righteous deed,
they say I should mend
my ways and my feet.
That they'll find my faults I know without doubt
But I got myself in and I'll get myself out.

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Up and coming:
April 28: Jam (today)
May 5: Competition
May 12: Shape
May 19: Stem
May 26: Lead