Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fill a pail of water.
Jack had drown, Jill turned ’round and Bill, the gardener, faltered.

You see, Bill was supposed to have kept that hill maintained. Had he done so, perhaps the two kids would have had their pail of water. Why did they need the water, and why was it a rhyme?

Let’s try this again…

Jack and Jill called Dr. Phil, to entrap their stepfather’s daughter
But Jack fell ill and Jill got a job at the mill, and…. really the whole schemey afternoon they had planned didn’t seem to attractive. You know, what with one of them being sick and the other working for too low a wage to rationalize spending weekend time doing so. And what of this daughter of their father in law? I don’t see why they need to be so vicious. Perhaps either of them deserve their fate. This step father… why hadn’t we heard of him before?

Jack and Jill’s real father was nowhere to be seen
Along came George who, they say, was oh so goddamn mean
And so Jack and Jill ran up a hill, to retch into some water
to come back down and settle down while George obviously didn’t fall for sullied -drink.

You know, this whole business, these kids, I just don’t get it.

Anyways, I had really gotten myself into a funk by paying too much attention to what I had experienced/written on the weekend, and as a result I have been met with apathy & a lesser degree of energy. Also, I am still hungover from two days ago.

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About Ossington

I often think but seldom share these thoughts. And if the product of my thinking is to affect anything but my own sense of satisfaction, then surely it must be shared. Here you may try to know what I believe to know.
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