It was Jill the bitch,
You know the one,
She pushed poor jack,
She must of done,
Why else would Jack fall and break his crown?
What was the reason for him to fall down?
His laces were tied,
He didn't trip on a stone,
He wasn't texting from his mobile phone,
So what other reason could there possibly be,
It was Jill I tell you, Keep reading, you'll see.
Then what happened next?, she tumbled down after!
Yeah right!, that was planned,
She was brimming with laughter.
It was all a big scam just to hide her abuse,
She tumbled down after, to create an excuse
But fair play to Jack,
He jumped up off his back,
Trotting home in the style of a caper.
But I'm telling you now, it wasn't his idea…
That vinegar and brown paper!
I say it was Jill,
She was back from the hill,
Starting her mean streek again.
Jack was in bed trying to mend his poor head,
And she wanted to cause him more pain.
She went to the cupboard like old mother Hubbard,
And grabbed out the vinegar first.
That bitch was just plain evil,
She knew it would sting the worst.
Then still feeling vexed, the brown paper was next,
She wrapped his head really tight.
If you're thinking she tried suffocation,
I'd say you're probably right!
I'm sorry to say to this very day,
We don't know what happened to Jack.
The rhyme ended there,
Without even a care,
To say if he survived his attack.
Now all I can do, is leave it to you,
To decide what you think about Jill.
Is she truly innocent?,
Or did she push Jack down the hill?!?
