sad jack of hearts
Serious sad jack of hearts had lost his tarts
That’s not so bad, at least it’s not your smarts
He heard lots of junk like this at the super marts
By his notorious enemy, bad black jack barts.
Jack of hearts was determined to be upset.
He had no idea what could happen yet.
Made some bad choices, oh yes, you bet.
Needed to comb his hair, his eyes all wet.
Buck up son, said his mother, I will bake you a new one.
You can help me if you want, we will have fun.
At last she finally said “I think we are done”.
The tart was tasty too, not in the least overdone.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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