I Want Your Seeds

**"And his name was Jack"** No one perceives what abides above the clouds. A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs. I demand to see and feel before I believe. A castle, a dream…. I want the magic beans!!! ~~~ I'm the daughter of a farmer. I have a donkey to ride, a story to tell. “Jack and the Beanstalk” my favorite tale. Once upon a morbid dawn. I inhale a tiny simple yawn Like the morning sun levitating over the farm, I rise towards the village square to sell my ass Along the open path, my ass and I desired a drink. Near the rustic river, I'd seen an old Englishman, sitting on a log. It looked as if time was approaching his brink. In his hand, he had a sack. A bag, a bag, embroil of ivory and black. His eyes were not from this ground. His body fragile - it uttered a moaning sound. He was of dirt. I was pure. He pledged his life to me. I debated .... with many thoughts, Although his eyes... My eyes... Will never meet again. "I want what's in the bag!" In a gasp, he whispers, "I'll give you anything for that ass. my legs and bones can’t hold up on their own!” I knelt down to where he sat Smelling his essence of rot I reached forward and grabbed his baggage He griped, "This bag is all I got!" I answered, "And this sir is a fine ASS!" He replied, "I have no cash." Scowling at him, “NO I want your demon seeds!" My blood grew thin... Inhaling and exhaling - his sin The old man all shriveled and timeworn, Proposed the birthright of the seeds. "Yes, plant them! Plant them!" I cried excitedly! He pats the field. Said "there I am done, now clock as it expands" To breed this story short... He dispenses his seeds. AND, I GAVE HIM MY ASS. BY;PD