Jack Is In The Window Poem by Isabella Genova

He wasn't very nimble,
he wasn't very quick.
Instead of jumping over,
he fell on the candle stick!
Silly Jack burned and burned
and burned until his death.
I live in the house where he died,
when I look over at my window,
outside I see his head.
I gasp 'oh my gawd' then I turn away
I look back over and I realize he has a funny looking face.
He can't talk.
has a deformed jaw,
it's hilarious when he moans,
since he can't jump over candle sticks,
he's not coming in my home,
goodby Jack!
Get away from my window,
I want left alone.