Jack And Jill

Jack and Jill went into town to get some good tobacco in town they met the town's own clown who called old Jack a Wacko. Jack said what the f**k are you a clown with little breeding they sent the clown to Timbuktu where they required weeding. So Jack and Jill bought a small house inside the township proper, where Jack shot with his gun a grouse and had to see the copper. They locked old jack inside a cell the cell was full of faeces, he stayed and later went to hell, sprouse are endangered species. Jill went to live with an old goat he reeked of gorgonzola all day and night he'd fill his throat with diet coca cola. One day the stimulation got the better of his liver, she put him in a flower pot and dumped him in the river. Alone again, Jill took up Gin and drank to drown her sorrows, when, with a huge satanic grin the beast of all tomorrows came to her bed one lonely night and promised her the heavens, the Lotto slip showed in the light a battery of sevens. Rich now beyond her wildest dreams she drove a five point seven and joined one of the racing teams, that's where she found young Bevan. She taught him cooking, golf and sex he was an eager student, he found a photo of her ex and found it less than prudent. Well, being young and innocent he'd be in troubled waters, one night they camped out in a tent and later had two daughters. They called one daughter Jill, of course the other was named Jackie, Jack was the name for the new horse which some of us find tacky. Well every story has an end a sausage does have two, Jill junior's got herself a friend he hailed from Timbuktu.