Jack and Jill
Edgar Allan Poe Style
Once upon a sun licked mountain
Jack and Jill walked to a fountain
To take the water there from in a bucket
As they had before
But Jill clubbed Jack with the pail
Hard enough to stun a whale
And he landed on a nail
Leaving all his raiment street with gore
On the cold hard ground he rested
Feeling broken, bruised and sore
After her fierce blow had landed
Jill knew she must leave Jack stranded
Deep within the poisoned well
From which they’d often drawn before
So she seized him by the shoulder
And she dropped him like a boulder
Deep into the liquid cauldron
That ran at an Arctic shore
Freezing, flailing,
Once upon a sun licked mountain
Jack and Jill walked to a fountain
To take the water there from in a bucket
As they had before
But Jill clubbed Jack with the pail
Hard enough to stun a whale
And he landed on a nail
Leaving all his raiment street with gore
On the cold hard ground he rested
Feeling broken, bruised and sore
After her fierce blow had landed
Jill knew she must leave Jack stranded
Deep within the poisoned well
From which they’d often drawn before
So she seized him by the shoulder
And she dropped him like a boulder
Deep into the liquid cauldron
That ran at an Arctic shore
Freezing, flailing,
Weeping, wailing
Jack faced deep and breathed no more
Floating facedown evermore
Jack faced deep and breathed no more
Floating facedown evermore
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