Down the Hill

Jack and Jill went off to school,

but each to a different place,

Jack to be an engineer

and Jill to play string bass.

Jack has learned just how to howdy

every Aggie he may meet.

Jill on some nights may get rowdy

down on Austin’s weird Sixth Street.

Last spring break took both to Corpus,

playing in each school’s beach games.

Those broke down into a circus.

Drinking was their truer aim.

Morning sun above the sand,

soon revealed the fate of each:

Jack marooned on Orange strand,

stranded Jill on Maroon beach.

Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.