Poetry

Thursday 28 December 2017

Jack and Jill

Now where has Jack gone?
He has left Jill
He's run off to the foreign legion
To climb a foreign hill

She stayed at home and wept
On many dark nights
In her cold bed where she never slept
But kept turned on the lights

Now Jack is a mystery
You can't predict his next move
His old life is history
His letters home prove

He was spotted in an Art gallery
It was Paris, the Louvre
He was looking long at the Mona Lisa
She never did move

He saw in her smile
A look like in Jill's
He had been walking mile after mile
Over many green hills
But they never were as green as
The ones he left behind
Nothing like Jill's Topaz eyes
In his diamond mind

So he kissed the Mona Lisa
And bid her fair well
He asked 'shall I be a man of peace now?'
But she replied 'I never kiss and tell'
So when the guards came running
And the alarms went off
Jack made for the Sun in
His arms Mona Lisa scoffed

Don't you know you can steal my heart
But you'll never know my smile
And it tore him into pieces
Mile after mile

As he ran back to Jill
and her maternity leaves
The pregnancy tree was wilting on her hill
She wore her heart on her sleeves

I live in a house with a red roof
I live there with Jill
Of my life I needed proof
She gave me permission to kill

A salt mine stood buried
Beneath the hill
Every night Jill's tears
Would fall into the well
This mine to fill

One day the miners rang the bell
They said we can't take no more salt
She looked around for Jack to blame or tell
But it was nobody's fault

Sometimes these things happen
Said Mona Lisa with a smile
You can tell I've cried a lot
And laughed for a good while

But Jill turned her face from Mona
To contemplate Jack
He had a dark brooding look
His roof had turned black

I belong in the Army he said
I think I must turn back
You know they're shooting deserters its a fact
I'll take my chances in the desert,
They don't know my face there
She said the desert is a terrible place
I think you will despair

I have to go, don't you see Jill
My mind, it is made up
So Jill watched him roll down the hill
As she cried tears into her broken cup

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