Valentine’s Day with Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill owned Sumpter Mill
And raised black sheep for slaughter.
Both would frown; they got so down;
Their romance was simply disaster.

Jack was stumped, Jill was bored.
Neither was good with a vibe.
In the bed they never gave head.
Jack’s tongue? Only good for a jibe.

Every year the same routine:
their Valentines bought from a shop.
Not this time! The barn they climbed,
“Let’s fix our coital flop.”

Jack and Jill solved their ills.
We nevermore heard a peep.
After a snack, they jumped in the sack.
A threesome with Margaret the sheep.