Poetry Thursday

  

Once again Angel Sammys and and Teddys Pawetatonc have challenged us to write a poem about the picture below.  Please to Enjoy

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Jack and jill

Went up a hill

For the thrill

Of living in a grist mill

Jill asked aloud what was grist

And he silenced her with a kiss

Saying he bought it for a tryst

In this he did persist

But he wanted to live on high

In a mill that touched the sky

Because he worked at the neighborhood fish fry

And his guilt would not allow him to witness another fish die

Jack and Jill lived on a hill for many a season

Coming down was nothing he would listen to reason

But the government began to commit climate treason

And it rained look when it was supposed to be freezing

The water began to rise

And Jack woke up Jill with his cries

That the fish would be the reason he dies

Overcome with carp and baked into a fish pie

Jill thought jack was just a fright

It was too late when she worried he was right

And that night 

The fish destroyed b mill using all their might

Scientists are warning the oceans are rising

But it is the fish doing the conspiraing

To get revenge on man by galvanizing 

And letting men be the one who look appetizin

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