Another Jack and the Beanstalk Story
Jack and the Beanstalk was exaggerated some
I know ‘cause I heard the real tale from my mum.
She was high when she told me, filled up with rum
I was terrified at her “fee fie foe fum!”
Jack was my uncle, and he kept that bean stalk
But could not climb it when he was too old to walk
He got stuck for a day, had to be rescued by me
Then the beanstalk dissolved, so it no longer “be”.
I pictured my uncle climbing the stalk, way up high.
He was a portly, asthmatic, arthritic kind of guy.
I do not want to say that I think my mom would lie.
But she gets crazy when she is juiced up so high
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