Jack
My quota short, those letters all I got -
You know I’ve never asked my parents why…
A famous Jack, the Ripper – surely not!
I really wouldn’t/couldn’t harm a fly.
The bright and breezy sailor comes to mind -
Although I’ve never fully gone to sea,
I’ve crossed the Channel (sailing of a kind),
But truly nautical I’ll never be.
The spooky lantern used at Halloween,
Its carved up grinning pumpkin face aglow!
I guess I couldn’t pass off looking mean -
Okay, perhaps that one’s another no.
Aha, I see – old English term for man!
I don’t believe I’m macho stuff, alas.
Although I act as manly as I can,
I’m not a he man - no, I’ll have to pass.
I wondered why and had to ask my folk.
‘Ah,’ Mother said. ‘I thought you’d ask me that.
‘We couldn’t choose - and then my waters broke…
‘Your father drew a name out of a hat!’
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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