A Rhyme, Revisited

Jack and Jill went up the hill
but only Jack returned;
his clothes were torn, his hands were red,
he did not say a word.

The townsfolk talked, police was called,
investigation started;
they questioned Jack and looked for Jill
but nothing was imparted.

The years dragged on and men forgot
and Jack became respected;
but then one night Jill did come back
when it was not expected.

Her clothes were torn, her bones stained red,
her face and flesh were missing;
at first were screams, but then at last
the sound of lovers’ kissing.