Jack and Jill

        “Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.”

I was Jack of that nursery rhyme,

I trusted Jill and that was my crime,

I was sure when walking up to the top,

She is going to hold me, if I ever drop,

But it was a myth, because she never will,

As I came tumbling down that hill.

“Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.”

I was Jack of that funny rhyme,

I trusted Jill and that was my crime,

I saw them lay my body down in grave,

I waited for the tears she had saved,

But it was a myth, she was running dry,

Out in a distance, I heard a wolf cry,

No one did know, no one could see,

Only I heard my bones crumbling,

No one will ask, no one will know,

How I slipped and came down tumbling.

“Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water.

Jack was dead and Jill came down,

Rolling down with laughter.”