This was something fun I prepared for my class in response to a photo of two mannequins advertising a wine farm. I won a decent bottle of wine for it actually.
| Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pale of wine When they got there The cupboard was bare And so the lovers had none Jack fell down and sat and frowned And depression came tumbling after Their plans to dine Were all but fine -- What an utter disaster! And so they went down to the end of the town As they had decided to barter With a ball of twine and a no entry sign the truckers just rolled with laughter With a cop and a feel They made a good deal Of three blind – sheep -- What the beep? Or so this is what they had thought Despite being fooled by a miser, And all none the wiser After thinking of what they had bought They met an old man With a bright gold sedan Stark naked and needing some cotton They stopped to offer And shook out their coffers Instead he was hungry for mutton So, with three bags full Of - - wiry sheep wool They swam down the creek, deciding to seek An elixir from highest heaven (Luckily for them) Miriam, Sold wine in cases of seven. Jack and Jill went back up the hill With their large collection Jack took a pill Which did anything but chill His large and growing affection Too bad he had no aim or direction. When things had died down And there were anything but frowns Both of them’ racked with hunger They ran on out Looking for trout And met a chap called Blade Nzimande Alongside the ANC, They drank wine at Chamonix Singing gaily to Mom, Mshiniwam, Mshiniwam Forgetting about their alimony With a stop at Tokara And Idols judge Mara They ran all the lights And missed their flights All the way down to Asara On a day so sunny With a camembert so runny Good things do not always last The situation deteriorated - so - fast They were ambushed by attackers Cue: the hijackers! |  Jack, panicked and screamed But when considering Jack’s retraction A far from late reaction Jill, grabbed a bottle which gleamed And in their assailants’ defence, with no warning or pretence She cracked its case, ‘nd sprayed them with mace The baddies bent double Their eyes in serious trouble With Jack and Jill fleeing in the jackers’ High-Ace Joined by Emmerentia on this adventure They tried for bubbly, but woe, dementia The wind was too windy and the road too bendy And Pinocchio called in absentia Not feeling the vibe They rejoined their ANC tribe -- having a lekker party Dancing and prancing while waving sosaties And fading the colours of Smarties But the wine was crucial Making Julius entertaining as usual Where else, but at Muratie Who needs a lover? Why even bother? When you’ve got one another and wine With swollen encumbered And loving remembered Memories begin to entwine. And so Jack and Jill At the top of their hill Posed in the bright shining light They toasted each other And Jack’s mother And Jill played footsie -- drinking dry white. And so ends this long, quick limerick I thought I would kick Jack - and - Jill -- back up Durbanville Hill. And after advertising this brand here To drink their pale in grandeur But -- decided it wasn’t strategic. |
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