There once was a man named Jack
Who heard a great big crack
He started to hurt
Right under his shirt
He found out he broke his back
He felt so very blue
He didn't know what to do
So he slept
Woke and wept
He had no clue what to do
He took it off with a whack
He placed it on a black rack
His head fell down
And into a gown
Right on a blue thumb tack
YOU ARE READING
Jacks back
PoetryHe broke his back and needed a solution. This is what he came up with.
