At the lake's edge they stood hand in hand, From the hill-top the view it was grand. The girl took the pail, From her escorting male, Dipped it into the water as planned.
She bends down, and up her skirt flies, And Jack can't believe his young eyes, That secret delight Brings his dick to it's height, And his hand reaches out for her thighs.
That first verse was full of romance, But now randy Jack takes his chance. Without more ado, Really wanting a screw, That fellow pulls down Jilly's pants.
He's seen it and now wants to fuck it, He gropes at his zip but it's stuck, it Won't free his pants, And Jill takes her chance, And hits the poor sap with the bucket.
From his head now the blood was a-leaking, Dumbfounded, he lay without speaking He just got a fumble, And then had a tumble, But not quite the kind he'd been seeking.
Now Jill, as such young ladies often Do, at his hard-on did soften, She soon loosed his zip, And on it did slip, And soon they were happily boffin'.
All afternoon he had it up her, Then they went to the chippie for supper, Bought cod and french fries, With vinegar, twice, All tied in a brown paper wrapper.
That vinegar Jill also used, To clean up Jack's head - so contused. 'Twas a good antiseptic, And quite contraceptic, So with it her pussy she sluiced.
So children, that must fill the bill. That's the true tale of Jack and of Jill, Thus pleasure and pain, Are combined once again, But they'll always remember the thrill.
The story is old, but don't chuck it, At least it's a tale 'bout a bucket That's managed to go, 9 verses or so, Without that damned man from Nanking.
Tiddy.
Last updated: Thu, 23 Sep 1999.