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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A drunkard, a thief and a con man, Who was known by the name Greedy Jack, Lived a life so vile Satan watched him awhile, Said, "Of sin in his life there's no lack." He decided to pay Jack a visit. Thought with this man he'd have some fun. Said, "Jack, you're an ass. You ain't got no class. You're coming with me, Man you're done." Jack asked him for one final favor. One last night of drinks on the town. Satan agreed, Jack really could plead, And Satan and Jack made the rounds. When at last the night's drinking was done, Jack said, "I've no money. You pay. Turn yourself into coin and the drinks we'll purloin. We'll slip out the door free and gay. The devil agreed to the trickery, And turned into some coin on the sly. But while he was coin Jack made sure he was joined, In his pocket with crosses, Belied. Jack said he would free him if he, Would grant him ten years to be free. The devil agreed and he'd have all he'd need, But in ten years he must pay the fee. In ten years the devil was back, And Jack knew he had to think fast. He asked for an apple for he wanted to sample, The sweet apple tree they'd just passed. The devil once more agreed. He even got him to climb up and pick it. But while he climbed the tree Jack whipped out three, Silver crosses to lay there beneath it. Jack told him that he'd let him down, But first he must grant one last boon. He'd not pay for his crimes to the end of all time, And the devil agreed as he fumed. Jack thought that he'd won the match, But time passed and he grew old and sick. He knew he must die and he let out a cry, "God forgive me I'm all out of tricks. But God would not let him in, And Satan said a deal is a deal. You must wander the earth, this now is your berth. You're stuck Man. Now how does it feel. Satan gave him an ember of coal, To light his dark path as he left. He carved out a tuber, he felt in a stupor. He'd use this for a lantern he guessed. So he now walks the earth a lost soul. Not wanted in Heaven or Hell. With a coal in a pumpkin at least he has somethin', To light his dark path 'cross the fell.
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