The Moonlit Nursery Rhyme Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Beneath our house
The wolves are eating the dead horse
Who fell down the hill.
Like Jack with two left feet
As he chases Jill
She wears an empire blue sweater
Unbuttoned down the center.
Slyly she bends over
As she fills the pail with water.
After teenage sex beyond the window sill,
They’ve arranged themselves
For the funeral:
Brother and sister,
They sure look beautiful,
But isn’t what happened just terrible?
If they skip out during the sermon,
I will be sure to go with them,
No matter who they are burying.
A trio of young sweethearts,
We’ll hitchhike to the park
Overlooking the cemetery,
Where the town boys are busy digging,
A cradle for the coffin,
But we will laugh
And we will giggle,
As the swings crest towards heaven
To fall back again,
Jack and Jill are smoking
Then Jack and Jill are kissing,
Until moonrise when the wolves are
Out again,
While Jack and Jill are in bed sleeping,
The needle-toothed carnivores
Set to work at trimming
The dead horse to its skeleton.