Jack Spratt Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
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.
I like this poem! ! ! Shows a great emotion here! ! Powerful saying! ! ! 10+++
A great poem, some people never know what They have till its gone. He might remember that when he's cooking his own dinner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/8/2024 3:21:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A really funny poem from my favourite poet on this site, more please!
Hi! Kevin. Thanks for your remarks. See you. Sally