Poetry Collection

The Giantess's Phone Call

The giant's wife makes a phone call to her girlfriend after Jack's last visit.

Mrs. Giantess’s Phone Call

Alice, you’ll never
Believe what’s been going on.
Castle Giant has no Giant, Tiny is gone.


Danged little boy, his name is Jack
Every day he’d appear and something would go missing.


“Fee fi fo fum,” Tiny roared, “I smell the blood of an Englishman.”
Good grief, what a
Headache that kid caused.


I know, I know.
Just a little thief. That's what he was.
Keelhauling is too good for that boy considering what he did to Tiny.


Lord have mercy, he’s stolen our sacks of gold,
Many golden eggs and the hen to boot.


No! That’s not all!
Our golden harp, too!
Playing sweet music
Quickly lulling my sweet Tiny to a
Restful, peaceful night's
Sleep.


Taking our stuff was bad enough.


Under the clouds Jack climbed down that weedy
Vine, it was way too tiny for my Tiny, but he tried anyway.

When that boy reached the bottom, he
X-ed the spot and chopped the beanstalk down.
Yowling, oh my, I heard such yowling as my poor Tiny
Zoomed toward the ground. Now what’s a giantess to do?

An Abecedarian poem- the first letter of each line spells out the alphabet, starting from A to Z

October 31, 2011
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