Jack and Jill
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack went right, Jill left,
In different directions to see
Who could reach the top first.
On his way up, Jack tripped on a
Rock and roughly tumbled all
The back down, blood
Spewing from his head.
Jill screamed, seeing this happen
But knew that she couldn’t do
Anything; she was afraid of heights
And as she sheepishly peered
The long ways down the hill
Her vision blurred slightly and she
Felt dizzy. She knew she wouldn’t
Be able to make it back down by herself
So, continued to run, she did, all
The way up to the hill, where
The pail of water sat, crying
The whole way.
She was almost there,
The pail of water was in sight
She smiled, silently screaming
Her victory. Laughing, tears streamed
Down her cheeks; Jack would’ve been happy
For her. But she celebrated, it seems,
Too early, for she slipped on the wet, wet
Grass and she tumbled down, down, down
The hill only to meet her death, her blood
Marking a trail behind her, her screams echoing
Through the trees.
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
to fetch a pail of water
Only to fall back down and get killed.
Copyright © Kristen Wallen | Year Posted 2010
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