Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Jack and Jill Forever

Poetry By: bobthebuilder

A romantic rendition of the favored old fable.

Submitted:Feb 16, 2013    Reads: 112    Comments: 31    Likes: 19   

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
to fetch a pail of water.
But what was really on Jack's mind,
was to walk Jill down the altar.

Jack and Jill had grown up friends,
their lives were full of laughter.
To spend their days and nights together,
was what sweet Jill was after.

Jack had grown up big and strong,
and Jill was quite a stunner.
Looking in each other's eyes,
their hearts would beat like thunder.

Up the path these two had walked
at least twice a day for years.
Holding hands and telling tales,
sharing hopes and dreams and fears.

Jack, he knew this was the day,
to ask Jill to share his life.
To always be together,
and to be his wedded wife.

The path they walked was winding,
and they made it to the top.
But this was to be the beginning
of a journey that would never stop.

So Jack got down on bended knee,
and took Jill's hands in his.
Looked into her searching eyes,
cleared his throat and said, "Gee whiz."

"We've been best friends forever,
and that will never stop.
But there's something I must ask you."
As they stood there on the top.

Jill was smiling broadly,
and beamed at handsome Jack.
"Say you'll be my wife, sweet Jill,
before I have a heart attack!"

So she yanked him up onto his feet,
and into a sweet embrace.
Then tilted her head to meet his eyes,
planting kisses all over his face.

"Oh yes, oh yes, you know I will!
I'd be proud to be your wife!
There's nowhere that I'd rather be,
than beside you for all my life!"

They filled the bucket from the well,
and started off back down,
the steeply winding path that led
back to their little town.

But just as luck would have it,
these young lovers walking down,
Jack, he took a tumble,
and fell and broke his crown.

And Jill was right behind him,
they both tumbled down the hill.
The bucket went a flying,
and the water it did spill.

Shaken, wet and muddied,
they laid upon the ground.
They looked into each other's eyes,
dirty water dripping down.

And then they burst out laughing,
neither one was really hurt.
Jack's head a little bloody,
and Jill had torn her shirt.

"Seems we've fallen for each other"
Jack chortled through his grin.
"But to have your hand in marriage,
I'd do it all again!"

Hand in hand they walked to town,
and went to find the pastor.
And since this is a fairy tale,
They lived happily ever after.


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.