Jack and JillA Poem by The ChosenhehehehehehehehehJack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down, and broke his crown And Jill came running after. Jack was dead, and so he bled, His brains lay on the ground. Jill grabbed a fork, and so she fed, On Jack without a sound. © 2013 The ChosenReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 24, 2013 Last Updated on September 24, 2013 AuthorThe ChosenColumbus, OHAboutI love music. I play the electric and stand up bass. i have a strange habit of turning all my poems into something morbid or depressing. It's not bad, I just can't seem to write happy poems. more..Writing
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