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Billy Threesheds (was having one of those days...)

Poetry By: Richmaggs

A verse with a contradiction in every line ...

One day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other. Try it ... not as easy as it looks ...here's my effort ...

Submitted:Jul 22, 2012    Reads: 83    Comments: 21    Likes: 6   

Billy Threesheds

(was having one of those days...)



On a cold winter's morning in the middle of May,

Just after midnight when the sun lights up the day,

Young Billy Threesheds booted up in stocking feet

And ran like the devil as he ambled down his street.


Twitchy young Bill marched through his closed front door

And kicked off his boots as his shoes hit the floor.

He raced up the stairs of their detached bungalow

To his bedroom at the back that looked down over the road.


Billy was a boy with a fast growing chest

That worried him a lot but he couldn't care less

Cos his Mam once blurted out with her mouth firmly shut,

That his Dad would use her girdle to push out his growing gut.


Early on a Wednesday as the sun began to set,

Carefree young Bill continued desperately to fret

About the girl next door who lived across the road

As she hollered and waved in her silent morse code.


You see Jenny McTavish much preferred the name of John,

She grew her golden hair short and before much too long

Had discovered to her shock that when she stood up for a winkle,

That Bill and her had much in common as she seemed to have a dinkle!


Now Bill thought long and hard for a second or three,

As he sat upon the loo waiting for himself to wee,

That if Jenny stands up while he's sitting down,

Cripes, I'm a girl! he thought, as his brow smiled a frown.


Thirty years later in a lifetime now long gone,

Bill became Betty and Jenny's now a John,

Forever spent together and separated by miles

They lived their lives apart always by each other's side.


Their love ran as deep as a river in a drought,

As the still rapids raged they knew beyond any doubt

That in Jenny's shrinking tummy grew the key to love and laughter,

So begins this tale of Betty and John and their happy ever after.



















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