Not that Jack and Jill

Not that Jack and Jill Jack took Jill up the hill On the pretext of fetching water But the need for some weed Was a far more pressing order. The hill was all green with flowers asunder When they lit the pipe so they could go under Jack inhaled deeply and spied Jilly with a posy She took the pipe and took it in till her cheeky were rosy They lay a while, and closed their eyes, the birds all chirps and singing The clouds floated and bobbed their beards as weed and ecstasy collided The sky was bluer, the grass greener, the air fresher as senses imploded. Another puff, eyes closed, and images dance in the gentle breeze As clouds part, God appears, staff in hand, smiling with ease. All sounds are dappled, all objects move slowly, deliberately