Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill,
Went up a hill,
And Jill said, "Please let's not.
For down this hill,
But just not here,
Are monsters we should all fear."
Jack just turned,
He laughed and said,
"Are you afraid I'll break my head?
There's nothing there,
Just plain old air,
Maybe ants and grass.
There's no monsters,
Silly Jill,
There's no monsters,
At the bottom of the hill."
And Jack ran,
Up to the top,
But the grass was wet,
And poor naive Jack,
Slipped,
And slid,
But he couldn't stop.
Jill ran to the top of the hill,
As he slid off the edge.
He screamed "Jill!"
He clawed at the hill,
With great gusto,
As he sild down,
To his muddy grave below.
The monster grabbed him,
Tore him to shreds,
Removing every limb.
Little Jill sat,
Terrified,
Upon the sight so grim,
She watched her lovely little friend,
Get torn limb from limb.
She sat upon the well's rock edge,
She'd stepped back from the sight,
She sat up,
And down she fell,
Into the well's depths,
As black as Night.
Jack didn't hear,
The frightful splash,
As her small body hit.
Doubt he would've wanted to,
He would've thrown a fit.
So there you have it,
That's the story,
That's how it really happened.
Jack and Jill went up a hill,
It really was quite gory,
But I do say,
To all the World,
It makes a better story!