Robert L. Hinshaw Poet Clerihew

The True Tale of Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill scrambled up the hill so sheer,

   To fetch his dipsomaniac pa a pail of beer.

      Alas, Jack stumbled creating a frothy spill.

         Facing his furious pop, he blamed it all on Jill!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved

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Elaine George July 2, 2014 at 8:39 PM lol!!!! Too funny! I wrote a Limerick with the same title. Thank you for making my day, Bob. bfn Lainie

Arthur Vaso June 14, 2014 at 9:37 PM Loved this one, I have been up this hill with no one to blame but myself! Jack was a lucky lad!

Barbara Gorelick June 14, 2014 at 8:29 PM We alwlays get blamed for everything. I have to look up dipsomaniac..lol. your doing great tonight. BG