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.
I knew of Lola, but this is the first time that I heard of Little Willie. A lovely tale and a very intriguing title.
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A multi-layered take! Excellent!
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Thanks, Chelsea. But is it “terribly” excellent….
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😀 Yes! A bit too good to win this marsh-pit-level of a contest, perhaps. 😉
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