I'm going on a Nursery Rhyme spree for some reason XD
Lol, not for children!~ ; ]
Ms. Jack and Mr. Jill
There once was this hobo who lived on a hill
His name was Jill
And he was in love with the daughter of the Mill.
To win Jack’s hand he had to kill
The father who tended the till
Down at the grocery store sill.
So he waited until Papa Mill
Was down to his last pill
To move in for the kill.
He conditioned himself not to feel
As the axe hacked through the grill
Of Mister Mill.
Before he could finish the kill
Jill suddenly dropped ill
As the stench made him reel.
The contents of his stomach suddenly had to spill
All over Jack Mill
And they tumbled on down that hill.
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