Jack and Jill,
According to Shakespeare
2012, Olan L. Smith
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OLAN:
'Tis Jack and Jill who fetched a pail upon
Yon hill, and didst young Jack fall down? And make
Fair Jill come tumbling after him? I ask,
'Twas justice served by such events that day?
Alas, poor Jack ― I knew him well, a flagon of water
For Jill, this crown upon his head once sat. This same crown,
'Twas on his head! A most eager Jill she hath
So tumbled a thousand times; and now, how
Must I face this crowd that gathered near? How shall I explain?
Such calamity, such pestilence has befallen the Queen?
Come, fetch his Royal Mum, divulge that Hades hath
Not offered Jack reprieve. Julie tell
Me one thing?
JULIE:
What's that, my friend?
OLAN:
Dost thou think Persephone looks favorable
Upon this Kingdom fair?
JULIE:
E'er so, my friend.
OLAN:
Then bargain Jack for me?
Imagine my noble dust for his until
My bung-hole finds passage o'er
The River Styx and I for Jack; 'tis straight
Up, make it so.
(This is a parody on Shakespeare and nursery rhymes)
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PoetryJourney Home c.2013, Olan L. Smith Journey Home is a collection of poems that is a personal search for my spiritual home. I go about this search with the tools of poetry using the English language as my map. Love, peace and freedom, Olan L. Smith