This is a poem that I learnt at school when I was eight. You can imagine my mother’s horror when my little sister, aged six at the time, returned from a friend’s birthday party, and the conversation went something like this.
– Did you have a nice time darling?
– Yes Mummy. We all had to do a party piece.
– Oh. Did you sing a song?
– No. I said Lance’s poem.
– Which poem is that darling?
My friend Billy’s got a ten foot willy,
And he showed it to the girl next door.
She thought it was a snake,
And hit it with a rake,
And now it’s only five foot four!
I was in serious trouble!
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I hope that you love Elan’s poetry as much as I.
Here is where my deepest heart lies. These writings appearing in this blog emanate from the many times when my passion hits the bottom and other times where it seems to fly on wings. To solace myself, I go to the woods on deep forest trails, pray to waterfalls, look over valleys, and dip my hands in the waters of springs, hoping to soothe myself. Forgive me if I get angry; for at times I’m just plain mad at the world.
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