(Almost a limerick… but not quite…)

Jack and Jill lived up the hill;

They weren’t very good at love.

Really n’ truly they weren’t pretty nor ugly,

Just hopeless when it came to the shove.

Then one moonlit evening they were both acceding

Finally to commit the act,

They dashed round the house, she unzipped her blouse,

But they just could not interact.

They chased out the cat, they tried this and that,

But nothing would quite break the ice.

They scattered some rice and tried some device;

Their affair was lacking in spice.

With legs n’ arms entwined they at last resigned,

Deciding they were out of luck,

Into the kitchen they dashed, on the table they crashed,

And finally had a good…

                                    … breakfast…

Oh dear, oh dear… it would appear…

…. your mind must be full of muck…

© P. J. Oszmann (1988)

© Illustration: Ink Drawing (cca.1950) Scanned, reduced and touched up in Photoshop.