Sally Plumb Plumb

Bronze Star - 2,534 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Jack Spratt - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

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.

Comments about Jack Spratt by Sally Plumb Plumb

  • Silver Star - 4,112 Points Diane Hine (2/18/2012 8:37:00 AM)

    Love the modern take on the old classic! (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Rookie Kevin Halls (1/17/2012 3:28:00 PM)

    A really funny poem from my favourite poet on this site, more please! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 525 Points Vipins Puthooran (12/29/2011 11:52:00 AM)

    I like this poem! ! !
    Shows a great emotion here! !
    Powerful saying! ! ! 10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,127 Points Dave Walker (12/27/2011 7:30:00 AM)

    A great poem, some people never know what
    They have till its gone. He might remember that
    when he's cooking his own dinner. (Report) Reply

Read all 4 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

[Hata Bildir]