Flash Fic Challenge: Balcony Gardening

 Balcony Gardening

Once there was here and yet was not,

A boy whose name, they say, was 'Jack'.

He grew his beans in tiny pots

And never now felt any lack.

Jack was nimble, and Jack was quick.

He lived in a studio flat.

No cow was there, nor magic trick,

Just a single, smiling, city rat,

A cutting brought from his beanstalk,

And a grin both bright and bold

As if to say (if beans could talk)

Now who's the goose? I've got my gold.