.5. Old Mad Jack Poem by David Threadgold

Within the house of old mad Jack
There stands a door locked coloured black
Fastened tight before his madness
Sealing in the unknown badness

All these years kept sealed tight
Keeping madness out of sight
Through the past though many tried
To find out what was sealed inside

Jack would say there’s nothing there
This only made them more aware
Those persistent came back late
Broke inside and sealed their fate

Many went were never found
They forced the door without a sound
Through the door a pile they spied
Headless bodies where they died

One step forward swinging blade
Chopped off head no sound was made
Door swung closed colour black
To the eyrie laughter of old mad Jack


© 2008 David Threadgold
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