Hill Toss Poem by Cleveland W. Gibson

Hill Toss



There was a girl called
Jill, she lived with
brother Jack, on a
beautiful Hill. But the hill
too steep caused much
pain as both tumbled up,
and down it again and
again. Until a Man from
the Mystery came with a
gong and said he'd fix
it, all for a song. So Jill
being clever, she started
to sing. Well her voice
wasn't like an angel,
more like a din, din din,
ding thing. Then Jack
being a lad, tried out a
Football song, but
nothing is worse than a
song that goes on along
too long. The man put a
hand to his head, then
only said: ”I can't take it.
I'm not that tough.” He
wrote out a letter, gave a
big cough, just like a
Toff. He pulled out a
shilling and said: ”Call.
For your hill. Heads it's
mine. Tails: Big Loss.”
And it was.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Connie Yost 27 February 2014

This is a funny story- the only thing that niggles is that Jack and Jill won their own hill in the toss. Do I understand it right?

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