(Very short, a bit of an interval during the beanstalk events)
Jack had never been popular.
He wasn’t disliked,
but he wasn’t thought of fondly.
The past few months
had turned his underwhelming notice
into disapproving whispers
at the seedy company he now sought,
the recreational pastimes he pursued.
When he began asking about
crazy Mary people turned away in disgust.
His mother must be so ashamed.
Scribbled Thoughts 