----- <br />When Jack had spilt his beans upon the ground, <br />he seemed an Onan in a fairy tale. <br />Most shockingly, no god had thundered sound <br />when boy had felled the giant, cold as hail. <br />This juggernaut had dropped from castled cloud! <br />So Jack, now famous trump, was wealthy soon <br />on sale of moated keep with view, not cowed <br />by mom. Those beans had changed her tooted tune. <br />The lad to Yale for his matriculation. <br />He sprouted four degrees, grew lofty work <br />in macro-reactive application; <br />lectured widely, but broadly labeled: jerk. <br />For seed of taller-stalked endeavors <br />could be mere beans: academic letters.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jack-as-bean-or-profane-four-letter-man/
