Jack and Jill ran up the hill,
From their abusive father,
They tried but,
They could never be,
His perfect son and daughter.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick!
He's warming up his knuckles,
And as he's gaining ground,
The world can hear his,
Maniac chuckles.
Jill, you must keep running fast,
I know your eyes are puffy,
But If he catches up,
He'll crack your bones,
Like Humpty Dumpty.
Jack and Jill ran up the hill,
Just begging for some mercy,
Their childhood was never like,
The rhyme told in the nursery.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems For Death✔️
PoesíaThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
