Billy

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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  1. Pingback: Ecuador 1994 – Part Thirteen | Lance Greenfield

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