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Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: Jack and Jill, a Moonshine Lullaby

Where Hillbilly Jack
Sent his pregnant wife, Jill,
Was not for a pail of well water.
She tramped up that hill
For some swill from a still,
But returned with a new baby daughter.

Jack wasn't amused
When Jill told him the news,
And he yelled, "Whar'n tarnation's mah likker?"
So she crowned him and drowned him
Where they still haven't found him.
Hillbilly divorces are cheaper and quicker.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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De Beaulieu Avatar
September 18, 2022 at 12:04 PM
Hello Jim Slaughter, I had a great laugh reading this poem. thank you. enjoy your day my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
September 19, 2022 at 4:44 AM
Hello Jim, Thank you for the laughter. A nice way to begin the day. You are welcome. Darlene
Slaughter Avatar
September 18, 2022 at 1:17 PM
That's the reaction I was hoping for, Darlene. Thank you.
Rhymer Avatar
September 17, 2022 at 5:52 PM
Thanks I needed that.
Slaughter Avatar
September 18, 2022 at 10:15 AM
My pleasure, Vickey. Thank you.
Bauer Avatar
September 17, 2022 at 1:56 PM
brilliant and hilarious, jim!
Slaughter Avatar
September 17, 2022 at 2:28 PM
Thanks, Ilene.
Kyser Avatar
September 17, 2022 at 11:17 AM
Wonderful
Slaughter Avatar
September 17, 2022 at 11:28 AM
Thanks, Jeff...not so much for old Jack, though, but I'm pretty sure Jill is better off.
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