Jack and Jill (Twisted Nursery Rhyme)A Poem by Death's PoetJack and Jill went up the hill With a bottle of rum and time to kill They told Jack's mom they were fetching a pail Therefore that's become the common tale Jack fell down and lost his crown For when one drinks they become quite a clown And swaying around, Jill fell too And they both blacked out, as drunk teenagers do. © 2015 Death's PoetReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 26, 2015 Last Updated on March 26, 2015 AuthorDeath's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
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