Jack met Jill on Suspect Hill

Jack met Jill on Suspect Hill to confront her about a secret.
Jill went alone, unaware of Jacks menace, his plan was quite deliberate.
Jill, he screeched with all his breath,
your mysterious objective is uncovered.
I know your intent to subcontract your duties, 
You have been discovered!

An agent for Jack checked Jill out, and confirmed his expectations.
Jacks assertions led to this scene, with Jack exposing Jill’s preparations.
Jack reached for Jill with evil intent, his dastardly deeds not a tale.
He failed in his reach and Jack fell at Jill’s feet, so Jill crowned him with her pail.
You’ll pay you wench, you know you will, Jack screamed as he did fall.
You may as well cease your plans; housewifery is a womans role.

A shot of anger sparked Jill’s eyes and she leapt from Suspect Hill.
Her handy pail with its hefty bail tumbled down with Jill.
Your posterior is mine you bigoted blackguard and your sustenance is too.’
I’ll sort you when I reach the base and I’ll break your ‘Will’ in two.’

Jill’s hard-worked body keeps her strong and she mutters as she tumbles:
You know I hate that I’m so morally compelled, I’ll have to mend Jacks troubles.
Still tumbling down Suspect Hill, with not a branchlet to behold.
Jill flounders over hill and dale until her tumbling did stall.
She lands right next to Jacks bent body, and rolls her eyes in frustration.
She knows it is her role to fix Jack up; it’s a bleedin’ heart story situation.

Jill pulls her pail to the fore, whilst scrutinising Jacks pose.
His crown now dented, his frailty evident, and his role was also exposed.
Jill examined the remnants of their fall, seeking items to mend Jacks quaker.
There’s not much left, Jill surmised, except vinegar and a newspaper.
She dowsed the paper in Balsamic vinegar and wrapped it around Jacks noggin.
She picked him up from off the ground; it’s something that she does often.
Jill heaved Jack up across her back and trampled off towards home.
‘When he wakes up, I’ll give him ‘my role’, I’ll give Jack a bone!’

Her mighty tumble down Suspect Hill revealed more than Jack knew.
Jill picked up the phone and hired Raoul because he makes a lovely stew.
Upon his waking after his fall, Jacks sight begins to clear.
Raouls presence fills the room and Jill has a smile from ear to ear.

Image sourced from: Black strips over ochre


Building an Empire – Romes Masters

Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus
Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus

Rome were masters, there is no doubt about that. Their ingenuity and blood thirst make up the architectural mortar throughout the region. Pompey was a likable fellow and I enjoyed reading about him. The Temple Theater, as Pompey liked to call it, in another of his tricky encapsulations, embodies all that is Roman. It just appears that Pompey had the gaul (pardon the pun), to boldly proclaim himself messianic, without actually saying the words. Most grand orchestrations created across Rome’s colonised empire enfold political, combatant, humoristic, blood styles, amongst others, as these endowments were that which Rome was.


Author, Welch concludes that many architectural styles are distinctly Roman decorative, Wall paintings, Atrium’s, columns etc… but I would say that his depictions are a little flawed in that Rome assimilated: spoils of War, borrowed stylisations from other ‘cultures’ (I say cultures in a manner of the arts and Architecture here) and displayed stolen Art works etc that were not theirs, but assimilated into their cultural makeup and became theirs, as most spoils of war eventually do. The most aesthetic artistic pieces that come to mind would be ‘the back part of Rome’s aristocratic atrium houses.’