Jack and Jill went up the hill
to make whoopie in a barn.
Jack heard licking sounds
and found a vampire sucking a goat.
Frustrated fangs tore into his throat.
Now, Jack is hungry and chasing Jill around.
Uh, oh—Jill fell down!
Mother Ghoul invites you to make your own horror nursery rhyme using Jack and Jill’s first stanza:
“Jack and Jill went up the hill…”
Please fill in the rest like Poet Rummager did in the example above — get gory, scary, or dark in the comments section! Mother Ghoul and the monsters are excited to experience your Halloween creativity with this terrorific activity!!
Illustrations by Poet Rummager
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Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
That’s where they found a man named bill.
They laughed, and danced, toyed with his life —
Until Jill pulled out her knife.
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LOL! Ah, Jill is a trouble maker, isn’t she? Charming!! 😀 Do you know what Jill received; according to the original poem?
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Nope! What did she receive?
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She received a terrible whipping from her mama, who believed she was at fault for Jack’s accident. So, perhaps that’s why Jill carries a knife now!
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Ohhhh, haha, I didn’t know that. Mama knows best.
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Jack and Jill went up the hill
To nip at Jack’s still whiskey
In her cups, Jill looked up
said, “This feels mighty risky.”
Jack just laughed, but down the path
there lurked a thirsty beast
He crept in slow and slinky strides
Hellbent upon his feast.
Jill saw it’s eyes, screamed in surprise
And ran for home full throtlle
“You can eat Jack, I won’t look back,
but mind you leave the bottle.”
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Whaaaaat?! Well, I’m floored! LOVED it. Haha. Well played, Oggy. It appears that Jill is quite the twisted character — she’s leading in the evil department 2 to 1, so far. 😀
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Jill’s not evil, just woefully misunderstood. 🙂
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Well, I don’t think she minds one bit, the naughty girl! Thanks for contributing to Mother Ghoul’s library!!
~PR
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I forgot to mention that I had no idea until reading your poem that Jill was Irish!
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Yeah, well. We’re used to it. 🙂
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Ha! The bottle or the beast?
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Both. I’m not sure Jill is Irish…
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Lol. Well, she must be if she likes her bottle 😉
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Fantastic! I love this 👍
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Cheers, Matthew.
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Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To find somewhere private to seal their love,
But as his hands made their way down her pants,
He found something sharp against his throat,
And they found themselves the prisoner of a murderous billy goat,
Jack thought that he could scare it off,
But it sliced his throat from ear to ear,
And it wasn’t long before Jill wished she was dead,
As the billy goat pressed up against her and said,
Killing Jack made me horny…
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My, that goat is horny in more ways than one! 😀 What a baaaaaaaad aaaaaaaass Billy goat!! Haha — gore and dark humor. Superb, Matt!
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Don’t you hate when five minutes later you think of the perfect ending…
So next time you see Jill and her kids, remember this tale of you dare,
Because that demented billy goat, is still, somewhere out there…
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That should be remember this tale if you dare
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Lol! Ah, you’re so much fun!
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Bloody autocorrect
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Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of grog,
Jack fell down…Jill kissed his crown…
he turned into a frog.
~~dru~~
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Dru, that’s fantastic! 🐸
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Jack and Jill went up the hill
To light the samhain wicker
The victims cried, but Jack replied
“I prefer blood to tears–much thicker!”
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Hahaha! Thicker is better — fills the stomach fuller😈 Excellent, Chuckie!!
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This is Woodward not Cage, loved it 👍
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Ghoul Haiku
++++++++++++++++++++++
jack and jill went up
the hill came tumbling after
jack and jill went down
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~~dru~~
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Another fabulous one! xo
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That I like, so fluid.
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Have a great one! This is your weekend!!
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Aw, thanks GP! All us monsters are pretty excited for the big giant pumpkin day. Happy weekend and Halloween!! xo
~PR
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Jack and Jill went up a hill
To run away from home;
They found to their dismay
A big, fat gnome
Holding a sharp machete.
So they turned around
But tumbled down
And landed on a grill.
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Time to feast, great one 👍
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🙂
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Lol! That clever gnome!! Poor Jack and Jill. Haha. Thanks for your unparalleled humor. xo
~PR
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Jack and Jill
went up the hill
searching for blood to spill.
Spotting an easy kill
sweet demented Jill,
turned on her battery drill.
His name was Phil
he came from Brazil
and worked at the sawmill.
Jack held Phil still
and Jill began to drill.
Cried Jack, Oh what a thrill.
And Phil’s blood did spill
as it did fill,
the bellies of Jack and Jill.
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Bloody great, my dark friend! You know how to literally put the word “thrill” into the party. Thank you for contributing such a fine poem. xo
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What a demented pair, I’ll never look and a couple walking around with a drill the same again 👍
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I’m off Jack ‘n Jill, they seem by most accounts to be blood thirsty little smurfs! So I’m meandering off on my own and just concentrating on Nursery Rhymes in general. Here is my latest contribution; apologies all around! ~~dru~~
https://saywhatumean2say.com/2016/10/30/no-one-is-purrfect-well-all-the-time/
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That’s the spirit, Dru! Great Halloween extravaganza at your blog, by the way. 👻
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Thank you my poet and don’t forget to click to fund a mammogram. ~~dru~~
https://saywhatumean2say.com/2016/10/29/calling-all-dragons/
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Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
With demons close behind
Jack pushed Jill
Back down the hill
Her clothing, to unwind
Jill tumbled about
As Jack did watch
The sacrifice now made
A smiling Jill
A happy Jack
And demons, who got laid
Couldn’t think of anything else to rhyme with made 😉
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I was hoping you’d find this post! Very clever and naughty, Doritos Dorinda!! Thank you for contributing, and I’ll be sure to watch our for demons should I climb a hill. 😀
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You know I couldn’t resist taking the path of least resistance. Even if it was a hill lol.
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Haha! You are so quick witted!! I really enjoy your retorts. Happy Halloween.🎃
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Happy Halloween, my friend! Have a great night 🎃
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there once was a lady who knew
all the words
accept the word boo
When she heard the word
She got so
That not only
Did she get scared
She shit herself too
The Sheldon Perspective
Oh yea boo to you
I came late to the party
But………
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Haha! Hilarious!! Glad you made it. The party never ends at SMM, so you’re never late.
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I had to read that twice because that was crazy awesome!
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Sheldon: coming late to the party is not a crime, coming without the gin or the dip could be considered as such. You did bring the dip didn’t you? AND one can not really be late to a festival….consider my birthday. I got taken, that is taken out, for another meal last night because it was my birthday and that event actually occurred way before this party started. ~~dru~~
GREAT MEAL TOO…..Brussels sprouts roasted in a lemon/vinegar marinade and smothered in garlic and roasted to near paper-like purrfection with pine nuts and a dash of liquid hot sauce.
Patatas e bravas, or angry potatoes (look it up) and either fish or veggie tacos on hand-made tortillas….depending how the mood or your eating ethic strikes you… All eaten on different patterns of colorful pottery plates…chips in plates included…no free chips with meal (buy those are sold separately) BUT some damn good “unheard of wine”; just my kind.
All consumed in an atmosphere of dark wood, primitive colors and objects and patterns, very good looking, but very casual people, and using your hands to eat out of each others’ plates…..o yeah and game 7…who sez I don’t get good present?
Beside I have an idea or two still rattling around in my brain box regarding this particular party of Mother Ghoul’s that I’m considering “sharing” on the weekly bootastic night of Fridays, for the next little while.
Your Friend Indeed..boo back!.~~dru~~
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You party girl, Dru! The potatoes must’ve been angry due to having to be eaten 😀 Great to hear your birthday bash was a success! Remember, you can always submit a poem or story to SMM. Looking forward to bootastic Fridays at your blog.
~PR
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