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Jack and Jill fairytale (humor in poem ws)

Jack and Jill walked up the hill to fetch a pail of water. It was days later before they were seen again. The three little pigs awaited their pails of water grunting and grunting watching the hills for Jack and Jill to fill their troughs with water.

A drought has the forest in its grip and the big bad wolf is too dehydrated to eat the three lethargic pigs sitting in front of their homes built with straw, wood, and brick. Mama, papa and baby bear left their home, porridge still on the table, in search of water. At the edge of the forest they found water. With all their mightiness mama, papa and baby bear ran like the wind to find it was just a mirage where the forest met the desert.

Little red riding hood, strolling through the forest, took her grandma some dinner. She meditated on where about the big bad wolf. She noticed she hadn't sensed him stalking in the underbrush or lurking behind tall trees. She walked fearlessly to grandma's house down the yellow brick road. A smart girl, she dug her well deep below the ground tapping into a strong flowing riverbed on the other side of the desert not realizing the three little pigs, the wolf and the three bears are dying from thirst.

A mile down the yellow brick road Humpty Dumpty falls from his wall laughing at Miss Muffet screaming, running away from Charlotte spinning her web up the water spout. Jack and Jill finally came down from the hill with a pail of water and a baby in her womb. They filled the three little pigs troughs with water and went their merry way. The big bad wolf, used his last wind and blew down two of the pig's houses then he blew pig number 1 straw house into strawnadoes and pig number 2 wood house into woodnadoes and drank up all their water. Pig number 3 ran safely into his brick house, started a warm fire in the chimney and drank the water from his trough.nihuu

Jack and Jill made their way to the three bears cave and filled their glasses with water. Nine months later Jack and Jill gave birth to a boy who married little red riding hood when he grew up.

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I see you have put much work on this but it, to me, reads more like prose with breaks rather than poetry. Perhaps that is intended? It also needs some attention re grammatical issues

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Prose is intentional. Wasn't feeling poetry for this. Chrys did say prose and poetry is acceptable. I'll fix the errors. Thanks.

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Naughty jack and jill -with a baby in her womb
Lol that was such a complete surprise and such a great line... really funny barbara...just what good humour is - the use of that element of surprise

As rula says, it does read as prose, but never mind, the humour is there
Well done
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Prose was intentional. I wasn't feeling poetry for this. I'm glad I got the humor down. Was it dry though in the context of the storyline? Thanks

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Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water! Jill came down with half a crown and knew she shouldn't aughter.
Good write there Barbara but it will be great as a poem or free verse, I shall wait to see what you will do.
Yours as always Ian xx

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Thanks I'm glad it worked. I not feeling poetry for this ws but I think I'll make it free verse if that makes it better.

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Wow I love the detail and the twists and turns of surprise, Jack and Jill's son marries little red riding hood! ( she seems to be wise and intelligent - he's got himself a catch te he ) and the consequences of water becoming available to the big bad wolf poor piggy's!

Brilliant imagination - and very logical :)

Love Mand xxxx

Lol I thought the twist and turns would make the humor more precise. Thanks.

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well done lol well done indeed

I think everyone has been paired up

Chrys
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Thanks If not for you I would never had tried it. And the poems here gave me the imagination to write.

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very good Barbara. Made me laugh :) Lots of twists and surprises, I love the end.

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Carrie

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Thanks glad the twists and turns gave you laughter.

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I revised it and corrected the grammar. I Hope it better than what you enjoyed already. Lol

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pale of water? is the misspelling of pail done on purpose?

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No,
thanks for pointing that out.

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Twisted surely, but I don't know that "get the joke". It is a dark, yet superior work. I like it very much.
And... "portage" needs to be "porridge" I think.

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I guess my dry humor strikes again less than funny. Lol
I like twisted and dark. Glad you think it's superior. Dark is good I think in poetry. I'm glad you like it.

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