And the Poems about Jack Franks Keep Coming

OldMaBarker contributed this poem about Jack Franks:

Mr. (or Ms.) FranksLies’ above poem compelled me to vie w/ him, with one off my own:

“Beware Jackanapes Franks!: The Vicious Wolf at Our Doors”

Jack Franks

Old Jackanapes, in whose WL bank we deposited our notes,
Is a greedy miser who was ever at our very throats;
He kept all his victims in non-stop arrears
By lending them minutes and charging them years.

The twelvemonth roll’d round and we’d never forget
On the counter before us to pay him our ‘debt.’
We reckon up the marks he has chalked on our doors,
Pay up and ‘Vote for ME!’ and begin brand new scores.

How long he will lend us, how much we may owe,
No angel will tell us, no mortal may know.
At fivescore, at fourscore, at threescore and ten,
He may ‘close’ our account with a stroke of his pen.

Jack Franks

This only we know –amid sorrows and joys
Old Franks has been easy and kind with “His Boys.”
Though he must have and will have and does have his “pay,”
We have found him ‘false-pleasant’ enough in his way.

He never forgets us, as others will do,–
I am sure he knows me, and I know he knows you,
For I see on your foreheads his mark that he lends
As a sign he remembers to visit his ‘friends’.

In his guise of County President (wearing his crown,–
His tax-book and assessment laid carefully down)
He has welcomed us every election, a glass in his hand,
And pledged the good health of our tax-oppressed band.

He’s a thief, we must own, but how many there be
That rob us less sneakily, but more than he?:
He has stripped the green bills that once covered us all,
He shouts ‘Let in the sunshine as fast as they fall.”

Jack Franks at Marengo parade.

Paid young beauties erect his unasked-for Franks sign,
Frank’s laughs as he passes them, “Dull McHenry swine!”
“I’ll put my signs up wher’er I damn please!
Any that oppose me, come down by my LGBT draftees.”

But taxpayers’ moaning and groaning ain’t o’er,
We are pining and eking and sleepless no more,
And the hearts that were thumping like ships on the rocks
Beat as quiet and steady as meeting-house clocks.

Franks’ trump of ambition, loud blasting, so shrill,
May blow its long blast, but his echoes are still,
The spring-tides are past, but no billow may reach
The spoils he’s amassed as a huge Human-Leech.

We see that Franks robs us, we know that he cheats,
But we still find a weird charm in his dainty deceits,
While he buries the remembrance of all that was Blessed,
Love, friendship, Christian Goodness, plus the promise of rest.

Awakening rays of Dawn! How hopeful their repose,
While the dewdrops fall soft in the breast of the rose!
How blest to the taxpayer that sweet hour of release
When Franks’ darkness is banished, and tax outrages cease.

And that grant o’ peace morn WILL come some fine day,
When Franks and his minions are all SWEPT AWAY!

Are these Jack Franks’ minions making cotton candy as firm as his “CUT 10” promise?

And PURGE Jackanapes Franks from our over-taxed Land!


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And the Poems about Jack Franks Keep Coming — 4 Comments

  1. https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/jackanapes

    “1450, from “Jack of Naples”, with “of Naples” rendered “a Napes” in vernacular. Originally rendered as Jac Napes, Jac Nape, and Jack Napis in 1450s. Presumably from *Jak a Napes, and original *Jak of Naples, presumably circa 1400. Monkeys were one of many exotic goods from Naples exhibited in Britain, hence acquired the nickname Jack a Napes.”

    A toast to the author and publisher of the poem:

    May you both live incredibly long, lonely, and impoverished lives; may you experience excruciatingly slow and painful deaths, brought about by entirely preventable natural causes originating in your own personal habits; and, in the end- be of good cheer! You will Make America Great Again- as unclaimed corpses on a pre-med student’s dissection table.

    Enjoy your prescription opioids.

  2. John Lov-ass, shame on thee, [email protected] snake in the grass!

    Leave Old Ma Barker be — she’s old, not a lass.

    Pick on someone your own size, if such a fatling be found,

    And await the Great Day we visit you at the impound.

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