Poem of the Day - Part 43

The House That Jack Built

Note: I have made some minor changes to the wording of the poem, as indicated by strikethroughs.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt 

That lay in the house that Jack built.

(Above: Glenlivet single malt – not bad!)

This is the rat, 

That ate drank the malt 

That lay in the house that Jack built.

(Above: Bourbon Whiskey By the Window by Robert C. Rore, 2019.  OK, it's not single malt, but we can pretend it is.)

This is the cat, 

That killed ate the rat,

That ate drank the malt 

That lay in the house that Jack built.

(Above: Manhunt pool party.)

This is the dog, 

That worried the cat,

That killed ate the rat,

That ate drank the malt 

That lay in the house that Jack built.

(Above: Do Not Enter Agressive Dog by Douglas Simonson.  The sign in is Portuguese.)

This is the cow with the crumpled horn, 

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed ate the rat,

That ate drank the malt 

That lay in the house that Jack built.

(Above: Nude Man with Cow by Dimitris Yeros.)

This is the maiden all forlorn, 

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed ate the rat,

That ate drank the malt 

That lay in the house that Jack built.

(Above: RuPaul's Drag Race contestant Nina West, in a Pantene commercial.)

This is the man all tatter'd and torn, 

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed ate the rat,

That ate drank the malt 

That lay in the house that Jack built.

(Above: RuPaul's Drag Race contestant Silky Nutmeg Ganache (left) kissing Nina West, not in his drag costume.)

This is the priest all shaven and shorn who likes gay porn, 

That married fondled the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed ate the rat,

That ate drank the malt 

That lay in the house that Jack built.

(Above: He's fondling someone else, but I think he'll do.)

This is the cock that crowed rose in the morn, 

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn who likes gay porn,

That married fondled the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed ate the rat,

That ate drank the malt 

That lay in the house that Jack built.

(Above: Of course I wasn't going to show a rooster when I could show another kind of cock.)

This is the farmer sowing his corn, 

That kept had the cock that crowed rose in the morn,

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn who likes gay porn,

That married fondled the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed ate the rat,

That ate drank the malt 

That lay in the house that Jack built.

(Above: We end with the farmer called Draconblue driving his tractor.  I don't think he's sowing corn, but he's certainly producing seed.)