Paul Bell

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 Jack\'s 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

 

Monday\'s 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.