Jill's Lament
Dear brother Jack's still tucked in bed,
unconscious from the fall.
My advice to those who love their heads:
beware of hills and walls.
Does Humpty Dumpty ring a bell?
He too impaired his crown.
But oh!--much worse, much worse he fell,
says every knight in town.
My sympathies to the goodly egg,
but Jack moves more my heart.
Oh Mother Goose, of you I beg,
rewrite my brother's part!
Let not him tumble carelessly,
make flat that horrid hill--
and if need be, do this for me:
let Jack swap roles with Jill!
Copyright © Michael Perriatt | Year Posted 2011
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