Jack Sprat

Jack Sprat

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean, And so between the two of them, you see, They licked the platter clean. Jack Sprat wasn't your typical fellow, with a picky appetite. He craved the sweet and juicy, the taste of summer's bright. Berries and melons, grapes plump and round, These were the treats that made his taste buds resound. His wife, Matilda, on the other hand, preferred a savory delight, Roasted vegetables, herbs fragrant and bright. A plate of crisp lettuce, a sprinkle of cheese, These were the flavors that brought her to her knees. One sunny afternoon, their mismatched preferences caused a tiny spat, A leftover roast chicken, a bowl of berries, where to start at? Jack eyed the berries, their ruby red gleam, While Matilda eyed the drumstick, a culinary dream. Suddenly, a knock at the door, a traveling peddler with a cart so grand, Filled with exotic fruits and vegetables, from across the land. Jack and Matilda, their squabble forgotten for a moment, Stepped outside, their curiosity piqued by the fragrant assortment. The peddler, with a twinkle in his eye, introduced them to a world unknown, Mangoes sweet and tangy, starfruit like a starlit throne. Purple carrots and rainbow beets, a symphony of color and taste, A treasure trove of possibilities, to banish all food waste. Jack, with a hesitant bite of a purple carrot, discovered a hidden delight, Matilda, with a taste of a starfruit, her eyes widened with bright light. They learned that flavors, like people, could be different yet delightful, And that sometimes, the most delicious meals were those that were quite frightful. From then on, their meals were a delightful exploration, A vibrant mix of textures and tastes, a flavor sensation. Jack Sprat and Matilda, with bellies full and hearts content, Proved that even opposites, with a little adventure, could find a perfect complement.