Twisted Rhymes From Time

Jack's No More

Jack jumped right over that candle stick.

He wasn't nimble and he certainly wasn't quick.

In fact poor jack fell right on the wick.

Oh no!

Jack caught fire.

The situation is quite dire.

He rolled about upon the floor.

Oh how he did scream and shout.

The fire just would not go out.

Poor little jack is now no more.

Just a pile of ash upon the floor.

People came running, broke down the door.

What a pitiful sight jack was to see.

His mother sobbing "this can not be!"

The town gathered sadly around.

They buried the rest of jack that was found.

Jack's now laid to rest in the ground.

Jack wasn't nimble.

Jack certainly wasn't quick.

Poor jack died jumping over that candle stick.
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