If My Neck Were as Long as a Giraffe

by Jack Stallard

Jack was simply walking,

to a place that we all know.

but he slipped and fell,

down a hole,

without even losing a shoe.


He heard the people yelling,

and then the police too!

but an exploration then began,

to what was out of view.


We all saw it coming,

we all hoped Jack already knew,

but he died down there,

and nobody knew,

what happened to his dad’s old shoes.


Jack Stallard: born in Fairfax, Virginia, delivering pizzas to your local area!

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