Short Sprat Poems

Not the protein, dear Rico, the fat!
There’ll be no more wheat grass for Jack Sprat.
That unhappy vegan
Has gone Chrissy Teigen,
Is now off clubbing seals with a bat.


H/T to Wickless in Seattle by Rico Leffanta...

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A truculent woman named Jools
was discovered cheating at boules
Tossing balls in the air
Jools was heard to declare
oh those rules are just made for fools!

***a little poetic licence as I understand boules is pronounced 'bull'***

06-30-17...

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Fat cat
There he sat
pensive without smile

Fat cat
Got no hat
Wearing not his style

Fat cat
Not Jack Sprat
Thinks eating lean is vile

Fat cat
Ate a bat
Now he's not agile

Fat cat
Ain't passed scat
Probably quite a while

Fat cat 
There he sat
Pensive without smile...

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My husband likes to cook and that’s
A lucky thing for me
For I am the recipient
Of his gastronomy.

He hardly tastes what he prepares.
His culinary skills
Are aimed to please my palate;
It’s my belly that he fills.

Like Jack Sprat and his wife, we are,
Without the fat and lean. 
He cooks, I eat, he clears, I wash – 
Our dinnertime routine....

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Mary, Mary so ordinary
how is it you never do tell
about the wonders in your
garden of delight with
bluebells and cockle
shells that seem to
glow with a
crystal
light?

And, my dear friend Jack, at last you have
told Mrs. Sprat enough lean now!
You want a cheeseburger and 
a vanilla milkshake
right away and you
will not stand for
another
hungry
day.


~~~~ (to be continued ... perhaps )...

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I do love my cat
She cuddles on my lap
But throws up on my hat
What am I to do with that?
She leaves her fuzz where she sat
Likes to do paw paws for a pat
Waits for me at the door mat
Passes up the best sprat.
Such a fussy one but not a brat
Comes in when called, does not scat
Melts in my arms and chews the fat
She is a definite aristocrat
Sometimes puts up a spat
I always lose in mortal kombat….
Let’s leave it at that...

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