Sunday, October 10, 2010

Jack, Jane, and Jill – Nov. 2008

Jack, Jane, and Jill

Jack, Jane, and Jill
Grew up alone
On an uninhabited island
No movies, no phone
It matters not how
they arrived, these three,
Just that they’re alone,
No interference, no referee,
But fruit was abundant
And vegetables, too
And fish freely swam
In the river so blue
Their shelter was formed
In a beautiful cave
The island provided for
Any need they could crave
As the three children aged,
The girls’ beauty grew -
Jill’s lovely blonde curls,
Her eyes sparkling blue,
Especially twinkling
Each time exotic Jane,
With her striking dark features
And wavy black mane,
Would hug her and kiss her,
And both their soft breasts
Against dewy skin
They eagerly caressed
Jack, on the other hand,
His hair straight and brown,
eyes with no mystery,
smile looking down,
(comparatively) plain features
And body like a square,
Did nothing to intrigue
Jane and Jill to care
For him like they cared
So deeply for each other,
(Though they truly adored
Jack as a surrogate brother)
For dear Jill and Jane
had such a strong bond
Jack just couldn’t penetrate
With any kind of wand
(though he thought it
magic, glowing with light,
Jane and Jill saw its ugly
form as a blight),
They could snuggle together
And not say a word
Yet still convey meaning
Which Jack found absurd,
And their laughter and jokes
Jack didn’t understand,
nor their secret sly smiles
As they walked hand-in-hand
With no outside forces
To say Jack was cute
Or the “Big Man on Campus”
Or wealthy, to boot,
Or to raise up their status,
Make them envied, desired,
Jack was left out of
Jane and Jill’s sensual fire
Being a young man,
Jack had his needs
His pent-up yearning,
Sprouting like weeds,
He could release by himself,
But who can resist
The eyes of a woman,
Her delicate wrist,
Her supple, sweet body,
Her lovely face, pure,
And Jack had two in
His sight, to be sure!
Do men learn to force
Or is it inborn, innate?
Did Jack give in
(unable to wait)
To his lustful wishes
And use his great might
To make them give him
What he wanted that night?
Did he take just one
Or both of them on?
Did the young women struggle,
Did they fight? Or yawn?
Did they laugh it all off?
Did they grow with child?
Was the island still peaceful?
Or chaotic and wild?
Did Jack have a favorite?
Did Jane and Jill resign
To Jack’s brawny strength?
Did they threaten and whine
And come up with arrangements
Like a figurative wall,
but let Jack think he had
the best bargain of all,
and appeasing Jack simply
Like a rare side of meat,
Jane and Jill’s time alone
Was most precious and sweet?
No matter the ending,
Whatever the refrain,
All women are Jill
And all women are Jane,
And when allowed access
To our desire’s pure will,
Jill will always choose Jane
And Jane will always choose Jill.

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