Jack And Jill

hill climbing

 

Jack and Jill went up the hill

But what a crazy hike

And to celebrate the climb

It was a toke up they’d both like

 

Though they had brought the weed

They’d no matches to proceed

So Jack started rubbing sticks

Good old Jack knew all the tricks

 

When Jack was successful in his chore

They toked and toked and toked some more

Soon the scent of silly weed

Through every pore and more did bleed

 

When the searchers found them there

So fouled was the good clean air

When they inhaled the smoky haze

They all joined them in a blotto daze

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Now, this is what I call a nursery rhyme! And Jack didn't even singe his winkie on that blasted candle stick!

[john l smith]

Morning Sam
Jack has to sort out a few wrinkles before he gets past that candlestick
keep well

[Dave]

Ding dang - I was reading this in the public library and it made me laugh out loud!
Thank you -
Take care - Dave

[john l smith]

They will be ding danging you out the door

[sette]

so many versions of jack and jill i wonder what happen to the pail and the water... ???

[john l smith]

Yes. After I had done this I was sent a bunch of much funnier versions
Didn't realize there were so many floating around

[Paul Bell]

So, your Jack and Jill get stoned.
My Jack and Jill, Jack gets whacked.
This really is a violent nursery rhyme. lol

[Lorry]

I knew that pair were up to no good, never trusted 'em for a minute. They told me they had none left, the little sods :)

[john l smith]

Hello Lorry
I thought you were doing an all nighter but I see that was posted at a semi-reasonable hour
Thanks 4 comment
Lorry

[Lorry]

Ha, i've got into a habit of waking between two and four am. Its so quiet and peaceful that I just stare out the window rather than switching on a tv.
Of course that means I have zero social life, what with falling asleep at 8pm, bit I always wanted to be a recluse and knew one day I would make it :)

[Chris Shaw]

So Saturday fun is all sex, drugs and rock and roll. You've covered the drugs, I've done the sex, someone else needs to do a third. That is something else Dave, rubbing sticks to ignite a spark to light a joint. You have Stoneage imagination. Lol

Chris

[john l smith]

results of an idle mind
My Grandson is taking "survival???" at school and must learn to make a fire without a propane barbecue lighter
Enjoyed your poem

[Chris Shaw]

Likewise I enjoyed yours. You need a great deal of patience to make a fire by rubbing sticks together. Hope your grandson manages it.