Treasure Island

Sally Plumb Plumb

(23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Jack Spratt


Why did you discard her
like fat pork
that's thrown out for the birds?

She was pecked at
by the populous,
hopped on, crapped on
and left to the elements of life.

She was a wife
of good repute,
astute and hard working.
Weight was not the only thing
she had to offer.

She was a reasonable cook...
you were
an unreasonable feeder
you bleeder.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

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