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