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Jack and Jill – a Social Workers Tale

The social worker cleared his desk
Tired after his week just past
But now at least he thought
One family sorted out at last.
Idle Jack the whinger,
The source of so much strife,
Up now on moon new colony
With chance of a new life.
Jill that little strumpet who,
To be fair had been whipped,
Was processed and sterilised
Lobotomised and chipped;
And the evil mother
Begetter of that vile brood
Was in the Modern workhouse
Labouring only for her food.
The tabloid furore
Had at last died down
After other causes
In other parts of town.
Jack and Jill and Mother
At last gone from his life
His PC at lastpowered down
Quality time now with the wife

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