by Bob'n Around
Invisible matters of the mind turned real into the written word.
|Feeling jacked up
Wearing his favorite jacket
Jack felt his head in the clouds
Misty eyed, he climbed unbowed.
Each foot stalked the beanstalk
Stockings in disarray
A hands down success
His body swayed fearlessly away.
The top of the plant planted
Kept going aloft,
Rising, curling higher,
Jack thought it would never stop.
He’d promised his mother
If she didn't have a cow
Jack would find her riches,
Though he didn’t know how.
A goose goosed his rear end.
It just happened to fly by.
Jack lost his grip and yelped out a cry
He fell, gathering speed on his descend.
What treasure had Jack learned on the way,
As his life rushed before him, every moment displayed?
Stay grounded, my son, he heard his good mom say,
Which he did when he landed, six feet under to this very day.
There’s a moral to this fairy tale, one you should know.
Listen to your mother, don't go with the flow.
Holy, cow, don’t hunt for treasure and grasp at thin air,
Utterly grasp the milk of human kindness and never despair.
2nd place win, 24 line poem for the Fantasy Unraveled Contest