Jack and Jill - continued

 

 

 

They had instead intent of lust,

For Jill was comely and her bust

Was said by males, with plaintive sigh,

One for which a man could die.

But though she had a great physique,

Her attitude was far from meek.

 

What of our hero, Jack the lad?

Alas his morals were quite bad

And if you’d asked a passer-by,

They’d say he had a roving eye.

 

Jack ran an ironmonger shop,

Into which dear Jill would pop

Ostensibly the goods to view,

But really for a lover, new.

 

Not for her, goods on the rack,

But the trousers round the back

With contents owned by Jack, the proud

Proprietor, so well endowed.

 

How to achieve this caused her strife,

For in the shop, there worked Jack’s wife

Who kept a beady eye on him,

For Mrs Jack was far from dim.