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Rodeosshow is the writings of Lance Martinelli
Known by several names, Rodeo being but one.

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11/23/11

Jack and Jill

                                          

Jack and Jill were born one day in a house on a hill in a land far away.
Their parents, good people did solemly attest to bring them up properly and they surely did their best.
Both healthy and lovely, the twins sweet and bright never failed  to garner smiles from anyone in sight.
Yes both of them thrived, excelling greatly in life going faithfully to church and nieither telling lies.
Seeming never to fail, always striving and attempting .
Both parents so proud of their efforts unrelenting.
Time passed as it will and when both started school
They mastered their subjects and followed every rule.
Each top of the class and nither one the fool.
Jill with her etiquette and Jack with  his tools.
Through all of these years like a hand in a glove.
Never anything between them but kindness and love.
Though they deeply loved each other they would speak of the day
When they must go their own seperate ways.
Jill planned to marry of man of the highest esteem
As a lady of true class she would serve as his queen.
For a gentleman and scholar of highest import.
Over servants and maidens she would serve in his court.

Jack planned to be a conguer and great leader of men
In fair and honest dealings, true and faithful till the end.
To build a strong and mighty empire, solvent through and through.
Jack would be renowed to all and gracous to all he ruled.
So time marched on as it forever has and still does
And we as mortals can only mark it for what is is and was.

Surely you know that wherever you go, whether you live in a castle or huvel
It just goes to show one day you'll lay low beneith some man with a shovel..
So the years flew by and the twins grew to the age
when children leave the nest and lives must turn a page.
As all concered would have it eventually came the day
When the two most inseperable went seperate ways.

Jill followed her dreams foward to the utmost extent
With stellar sucesses everywhere she went.
Yes, Jack too finished school but by the skin of his teeth
And in following his dream went down to the sea,
As men often do he sailed into the sun
With a fond "Bon voyage " and a new life begun.

His sister wed her nobleman, A knight and gentle Lord
Who covered her in splendor of all he could afford.
As years passed by she rose higher in piety ,
Her and her husband both pillars of high society.
A couple well recieved by all, yet humbled by their own noteriety.

For Jack it was a struggle still he strived on and on
Doing his best but he drank to excess. and everthing seemed to go wrong.
In her mansion of splendors Jill prayed for her brother
Who however hard he tried went even further under.
Now Jill , true to love gave him all that she could
Even secreting loans that never did any good.
Still she remembered her playmate and friend
A dedicated sister who'd love her brother till the end.

However hard Jack  seemed to try always he met a  brick wall.
No matter how high he climbed and climbed  the further he had to fall.
Still Jill in her most regal splender raised a family soft and tender
And deep in her heart as it was from the start her sweet brother she remembered.
But poor Jack's life never quite would go right
From pillar to post, a different woman each night.

In casinos and taverns he'd gamble and lose
Usually spending what was left on callgirls and booze.
The end came for Jack one cold and rainy night
In some nameless dark alley lost his miserable life.
Noone  ever knew or could  for certain sat right
If he died of his own or someone elses knife.

Not long thereafter jill one day grew sick.
Her husband summoned the best doctors and medics.
But nothing could save her as she knew from the start
No medicene exists to heal a broken heart,
There she died in her mansion with servants at her feet
And she cried for her brother who died in the street.

Yes just another story, not even a chapter
No fairy-tale ending with happily ever after.
A moral repeated down ages and eons
As long as humanity must struggle on.

So nothing changes and never will
      Not in the valleys or high in the hills
Because,,,,,,,,,,,,,Two beautiful children wewr born today ....
              In a house....on a hill.................In a land far away
                                                              chris
                                                               1981 chicago
                                                                2011 ms
  

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