The Village of Trill
Jack and Jill went up the hill
This was never in dispute
It was how Jack fell down
With severe lacerations to his crown
That the jury had to conclude
Jill had a bun in the oven
The news was all over town
The bakers' wife was aghast
Her husband and his shady past
He liked a cream tart
Though, when cautioned down the red-light district
Cream was never mentioned in the Constables statement
Back to that ill-fated day on the hill
Jill says Jack was going down, on her
He was certainly on the edge
A couple walking their dog, state the baker was on the ledge
This was later dismissed when the couple admitted they didn’t have a dog
This was light relief for the jury in this sorry affair
Mrs Black didn’t turn up to church on Sunday
The stand in vicar didn’t know this, being new
All hell broke loose as the witness swore
Jill gave birth on the floor
A black child appeared
There was uproar
The baker shouted to his wife, with a frown
Three women stood up
So he sat down
They all turned to the bench
The Judge was holding his gavel
Somewhat in despair
DNA later found traces of poor Jacks hair
The Judge was taken down, mumbling
She said she was on the pill, Jill
That was the end of this sorry tale
Though the papers ran amok
Mondays headline read
Jack and Jill went up the hill, with the folks of Trill for an orgy and thrill
But things got out of hand
The Judge saw red, and whacked Jack dead
And they all came tumbling after.
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