Jack the Tyrant: An Untold Story

Once upon a time,

In a land far away,

Resided Jack and his mom,

Whose lives were quite gray

Despite their hard work,

They remained very poor,

So their lone cow Jack took

To barter for more

While on this journey,

He encountered a man

With five little beans

Outstretched in his hand

“They're magic” he said,

With a raise of his brow,

“And to you they'll be given

In return for your cow”

Without hesitation,

Jack made this trade,

And ran home with elation

To share the great deal he made

But when he arrived,

He was disappointed to see,

His mother without pride

She said, “They're worthless to me”

Through the window

She pitched the beans out,

But little did she know

Those beans started to sprout

When Jack woke up the next morning,

To his great surprise,

He saw a beanstalk soaring

Right before his eyes

Eagerly grabbing hold,

Jack began to climb

So that he could behold

What was atop the sprawling vine

On top of the clouds

He reached its end at last,

But sight of a giant house

Halted him in his tracks

Hunger drove the boy to enter

This large, mysterious place,

But speechless he was rendered

When a giant stared him in the face

The large woman felt compassion,

Yet the boy was young and spry,

But she soon became distracted

When she heard her husband cry:

“Fi fie fo fum!

I smell the blood of an Englishman!

He sees a giant and wants me dead

I fear his very bones instead!

With his wife's assurance

That her husband was misled,

Jack noticed currency

And got an idea in his head

On a table unguarded,

A bag of coins was left,

Jack grabbed it and then departed

From the scene of the theft

Down the beanstalk he scrambled

And the giants didn't take notice,

He reached the end of the brambles

And the riches became his focus

Despite the wealth he'd gained so far,

He couldn't help but wonder

If he climbed back up near the stars,

There might be more to plunder

With a golden glint in his eye,

Jack went up once again,

And he saw when he reached the sky

A golden-egg laying hen

Like before, the giant said it:

An Englishman was near,

The wife again denied this,

But Jack was close enough to hear

The giant settled for a nap,

And Jack knew it was time to act,

The magic hen he sneakily grabbed

While the silence remained intact

Jack now had more to his name

Than he ever had before,

He was quite good at this game,

And still he wanted more

To access riches

One final time

Became his mission,

So up, up, up he climbed

This time in the home,

He saw one more piece of magic,

A harp that not only played, but spoke:

He knew he had to have it

Jack thought it was going well,

But this time was different

The harp began to yell:

It was not a willing participant

Hearing the noise

And cowering from Jack

The giant had sadness in his voice:

“Give me my harp back!”

Jack was sure

He could escape,

But the giant he lured

Began to give chase

He made it home,

Grabbed an axe, then chopped,

The giant roared and groaned

And fell down the beanstalk

After that, Jack and his Mom

Were richer than ever,

Their troubles were behind them,

And they lived happily ever after

As for the giants,

Their story ended

Jack was the real tyrant

And his ways never amended