Jack and Jill ran up the hill
From there abusive father
They tried but they could never be
His perfect son and daughter
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick!
He's warming up his knuckles
And as he's gaining ground the world
Can hear his manic chuckles
Jill, you must keep running fast
I know your eyes are puffy
But if he catches up he'll crack
Your bones like Humpty Dumpty
Jack and Jill ran up the hill
Just begging for some mercy
Their childhood was never like
The rhyme told in the nursery
(This isn't my poem but I fell in love with the words so I thought I'd post it)
YOU ARE READING
unspoken thoughts
Casuale•fairy tales some love the first page in a book I like the end especially in fairy tales because the characters go through a hell of a lot to get to that point in the book and when those two words "The End" finally appear it means that their strug...
