Jack and Jill

 

 

You've heard the tale of Jack and Jill

Who, we’re told, went up a hill

To get a pail of H20

And tumbled to the ground below.

 

And in the rhyme it’s also said

That poor old Jack, he broke his head.

Then, with his brains all oozing out,

Incredibly, without a doubt,

 

We’re then expected to believe,

Although I just cannot conceive,

With vinegar and paper brown

He was patched up in nearby town.

 

Alas, dear reader, l tell you

This whole caboodle isn’t true.

 

These “youngsters” sadly to relate,

Were both well past their sell-by date.

They climbed atop that well-known hill

With no desire a pail to fill.