It’s time for some really bad poetry again! This time, Chelsea Ann Owens has given us “Little Willie” as the prompt.
Little Willie turned eighteen
so his father bought him a car.
As he handed him the keys
He said “Son, drive fast; drive far.”
Willie headed for Hollywood
to become a movie star
but at acting he was no damn good
and he ended up tending bar.
One night there came a woman
who ordered cherry cola
He asked her for her name
she replied simply,. “Lola.”
“L-O-L-A, Lola?”
“Ah! The man can spell!
“Let’s get married, Lola.”
“Okay, what the hell!”
Due to inexperience
Little Willie soon discerned
There really is no difference
between boys boys and girls.
Whatcha think?