All Is Well That Ends Well
Jack went up the hill to check his still,
but he drank too much and soon fell ill.
The Doc said it's too late,
all that shine sealed his fate.
One drop too much is enough to kill.
Poor Jill was sad til she read Jack's will,
he left a lot more than that old still.
Buried in mason jars,
more gold than all the stars.
To wed a drunk is worth a great deal.
2/28/21
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