Sprats ad Absurdum (Written On Our Last Drive Through Appalachia Before Moving to Australia)

Jack Sprat could eat no fat
his wife could eat no lean;
and so between the two of them,
they licked the platter clean.

Jack Sprat could eat no white
his wife could eat no yolk;
and so between the two of them
eggs were quite a joke.

Jack Sprat could eat no bread
his wife could eat no butter;
seeing the two of them wolf it down
it set my heart a flutter.

Jack Sprat could eat no macaroni
his wife could eat no cheese;
and so they ate up every bite
as quick as you could please.

Jack Sprat could eat no spaghetti
his wife could eat no sauce;
and so, as you can surely guess
the meal: a total loss!

Jack Sprat could eat no crust
his wife could eat no filling;
and so between the two of them
dessert was rather chilling.

Jack Sprat could eat no peanut butter
his wife could eat no jelly;
and so when they were done with lunch
they sat and watched the telly.

Jack Sprat could drink no tonic
his wife could drink no gin;
quaffing cocktails with the Sprats
was something of a sin.

Jack Sprat could eat no icing
his wife could eat no cake;
and so, dear happy couple Sprat,
eat up, for pity’s sake!

Jack Sprat was finally through
his wife was also sated;
chomping, gorging, shov’ling it in
their hunger: finally abated.

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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