Remember jack and jill?

They went tumbling down a hill.

Jack's sadly dead and gone.

Leaving poor little battered jill to tell the story.

Jill fell too.

Rolled right down that hill.

Through a window she flew.

Little jill died too.

Panic ensued.

But jill was somehow revived.

Oh how they all rejoiced.

They shouted "shes alive!"

But you see Jill's  no longer the same.

When revived, she came back quite evil.

Pale white skin and eyes blood red.

She still looks dead.

Her little white dress all tattered and torn.

Stitches now cover her arms and legs.

She looks so forlorn.

Crown perched precariously on her stitched up head.

Jill should of been left for dead.

People come to wish her well.

But away they run.

The causes many, but the plight just one.

Jill now has the urge to kill.

When she came back, it's said her soul was lost.

She seeks revenge at all cost.

Those that come and ask to play.

Rarely stay among the living.

She murders them.

Their bodies thrown down the well.

She sits holding her bloody pail.

Her mournful wail to be heard from far away.

For you see, Jill's angry she was brought back.

But poor little jack was left for dead.

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