Jack and Jill
Pa sent Jack and Jill to the local pub to fetch a pail of beer.
Alas, Jack tripped, spilled the beer and landed on his rear!
The old man scolded them and had a conniption fit!
Saying, "At deliverin' my daily beer youse ain't worth a whit!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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