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