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You probably know the story of Jack Sprat

He was the guy who ate no fat

Remember his wife who ate no lean?

She was as nice as he was mean

Jack would always be screaming at his wife

'Are you trying to ruin my life?

No fat, no fat! I eat no fat!

How many times gotta tell you that?'

Even though his wife was fat

There was no reason to yell at her like that

She'd say 'To you, the only thing that matters

Our house must always have clean platters!'

With Jack, she got more and more disgusted

Discussed it with a friend she trusted

Who told her 'Jack sounds like such a louse 

Wouldn't want him for my spouse!'

'If I were you, I wouldn't stay

If I were you, I'd leave today

There's no ifs, ands or buts 

Leave your husband, he's a putz!'

His wife thought about what her friend said

She told Jack that night before bed

'Jack, I'm giving you this warning 

I'm leaving you tomorrow morning!'

Which she did. After she left 

Jack was bereft 

Though about how he treated her he felt right

How could he be right when he was left, right?

Jack's life became a big mess

Could tell you some more I guess 

But I feel that would be wrong

This poem is already too long

It would be a crime

For me to take up any more of your time

I really should stop

Before you call a cop

Your ear you need not be lending so I can do some more bending

This crazy poem is finally ending!

Jack Sprat is now dead. He ate no fat

How's that?