Jack in a box

[Keith]

The sherry glass squeaked
inside the tea towel
as Jack finished off
the last of his supper dishes. (really good imagery here, setting the stage)

He switched off the kitchen light,
settled down for the nightly news.
His fingers waggled for attention,
roughly licked by a friendly tongue. (these last two lines seem odd)

Eyes closed behind strong readers (like was said before, good indicator of age)
as the completed crossword
slid over his belly onto the floor.
Unaware of the pair arguing outside. (seems off)

You do it.
Get stuffed it was your idea.
Do it you wimp.
No, it was your idea you do it.
Ha, I always knew you had no balls,
wait till I tell the rest of the lads.
Ok! Give it here then,
but you’re doing the next one. (this is a stanza that means more after you've read the poem, I love it)
The boy scurried to Jack’s door
and rattled the brass knocker,
lit the Banger, shouted wanker
and dropped it through the letterbox.
On top of the mail
Jack was too frail to pick up. (like was said, something more like "Jack forgot to pick up" would do better)

The TV was louder than a Western (maybe "louder than a train")
and Jack could sleep through gun shots,
never heard the knock or the call, (seems a tad disjointed)
didn't smell the smoke as it blinded the hall. (this rhyme is weird in a sea of non-rhyming lines, but still makes sense)

This is a fantastic poem, rife with subtle hints and strong imagery, overall, 7/10

Hi Lord Thactama
You have given me plenty to think about here sorry I am so late with a thanks you, I will takes your comments into the edit. Best Keith