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The I-L-L Poem

An epic poem of love, tragedy , adventure, medical pursuits and pickles.

 

Part I: Bill – by Josiah Huckabee

There once was a man

Whose name was Bill

And he lived on a hill

He built a mill

To keep out the chill

But then he got ill

So he wrote a will

To his nephew Phill

Then he died

 

Part II: Bill and Jill – by John Morrison

Before he was ill

The man named Bill

Married Jill

Who made pickles dill

When they had time to kill

They would sit on the sill

of the window in the mill

Jars the would fill

And let none of it spill

It required such skill

to fill

Jars with pickles dill

Their life was a thrill

Then Bill became ill

And Jill gave him a pill

But it didn’t help.

 

Part III: Phil and Jill – by Emma Huckabee

After poor Bill was ill (and died)

His nephew Phil

Inherited the mill

as said in the will

Now the mill

That Bill built to keep out the chill

Let in the chill (due to lack of repair)

“I need money to fix it,” thought Phil

So Phil reopened the mill

and sold pickles dill

what was left still

But when Phil

Needed more pickles, he asked Jill

Jill had skill in making pickles dill

Not so with Phil

he had no skill

But alas for Jill

of sorrow, she had had her fill

“Bill! My poor Bill!”

“How can I make pickles dill without Bill?”

Jill would not–could not make pickles dill

on the sill without her Bill

Then things started going downhill

Phil couldn’t make pickles dill because of the chill

His hands were so cold they made him spill

Poor Phil tried and tried though he had no skill,

Until

They went bankrupt.