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My mate Jack

There was a young man and his name was Jack.
He lived way down by the railroad track.
When the train derailed, Jack made quite a fuss,
till the very next day: he was hit by a bus!
He broke some bones and he squirted some blood'
then was washed away by a huge flash-flood.

Jack seemed to have some unlucky quirks;
three days later... burnt by fireworks!
... a man eating tigress, and then black death,
bitten, trode and trampled by a horse named Beth,
a tornado took his leg off, a croc took both his arms.
Poor old Jack was starving with the famines on the farms.
The dam burst, the land slide, then fire and a drought!
But finally the 'A-bomb' was what really made Jack shout!!

So now you've heard 'bout my mate Jack, and things that he did do,
do tell, how many disasters did my mate jack go through??





(c) TJ McGowan, MrsMyth
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