Poets as gifted citizens enjoy poetic license. That some of them are licentious is a different pint of chilled lager. A credited one to anonymous runs thus:

Some kiss hot, some kiss cold,

Some don’t kiss, until they are told.

Some kiss fast, some kiss slow,

Those that don’t kiss, I don’t know.

Who would not have heard the rhyme:

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke

his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.

This 18th century nursery rhyme had undergone several changes down the corridor of time. But this anonymous truncated version would take the cake:

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water.

Jill forgot the pill,

And now they have a daughter!

– J. S. Raghavan in Sunday Herald.