CURRY ON WITH YOUR LIFE.riginal. .
Jack be nimble jack be quirk
Jack pulled out a sharpened dirk.
The Indian Restaurant stood alone
Jack wasn't hungry nor far from groan.
The thin worn smile of the curry owner
Turned to pain at the words "hand over!"
Jack though nimble wasn't quick
He spun around pon hearing click.
The curry man stood beaming- still
"By golly young man...you such a dill."
Jack awake now, ruminated
The click turned bright, illumination.
The curry man stood beaming still
"You dream my son you dream of kill?"
"Dad, why do i dream of such dark things?"
His father sighed, "on curry you binge!"
"Now Jack be nimble sheath your dirk
Tomorrow your knife withdraw from shirt."
"Cook a heap of steamin' curry
StIr the meat boy get some hurry."
Jack grew older bored and sick,
Ate so much curry,lip he split.
In rage he drew his sharpened dirk
Hit the town with so much hurt.
Broke in did Jack to a house of wax
Owner left open... kinda lax.
Illumination! candle lit! this was REAL? Jack was hit! Police they came, shook heads a bit.
A very large candle lay by Jack's head
Father came cried out "not dead!"
The shrink gave Jack a thorough test, "your dream NOT real
i'll do my best."
Jack kept eating curry strong
Was back again "Yung shrink what's wrong?
I keep on dreaming of house of wax
Left wide open...owner lax.
A giant candle across by tum
Cannot get up, jump, or run?
The kindly shrink sighed, handed Jack his test results.
"Jack not nimble...Jack be sick...don't even try to jump candlestick!"
moral:" You can't hold a candle to a good curry. Don't mean to wax lyrical."
PS:" Jack married his personal trainer. Gave her curry. He slimmed down to a near thimble.
"Jack be thimble...Jack now fit Jack jumps up high...over candlestick."