Nursery Crymes
Let it rain children
By Raymond G. TaylorPublished 2 months ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a bag of peas
Jack came down with a wicked grin
And his trousers round his knees
I didn’t touch her
He did cry
I wasn’t even there
At first he thought he’d been let off
For no one seemed to care
Until Jack’s best mate Jeffrey ‘e
Befell a mighty fall
I’ll take you bastards down with me
Was his triumphant call
Thus Jack fell down and broke his crown
His titles stripped away
He’s banished now from Christmastide
And told to stay away
With thanks to Lamar and Judey
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.


Comments (3)
What a nursery Cryme. Good job and it does fit society.
Serves Jack right hahaha. Loved this!
Ah: he-who-was-formerly-known-as-Prince. Well-written!