Reading Jack and Jill
Dr. Bishakha Mandal
When I had read Jack and Jill
They were still moving up the hill,
And were tumbling down
I had a feeling insecure,
To ask them to leave the town.
Fetching water all day long
Had to be a monotonous task,
I found it hard and boring
And many a times resigned to talk them out of it,
But every time I got close to them
They ran away with a blast.
When I had read Jack and Jill
The pail of water had not spilled,
It was still morning
And the well still stood still.
Every time Jack was the first to fall down
And bruise his head,
Tis Funny to the world may be
But was not to me,
I was sympathetic to the poor boy’s pain
But all was in vain.
When I had read Jack and Jill
Jill always remained silly and stubborn,
She was jealous all the same
Being a sibling kept her fame.
Jill the dedicated sister as she was
She couldn’t let her brother suffer in the past,
So she joined him in his pain
And came tumbling in the dust.
In the end the two little soldiers
Got back home,
Received a piece of their mother’s mind
Jack stood there with his bumped head,
And Jill with her crumpled dress
All and all what can I say,
That incident was their Sunday’s best.