Good old Willie...
Willie, with a thirst for gore,
nailed his sister to the door.
His mother said, with humor quaint,
"Willie, dear, don't scratch the paint!"
Down the family wishing well
Willie pushed his sister Nell.
She's there yet, because it kilt her.
Now we have to buy a filter.
Willie saw some dynamite.
Couldn't understand it quite.
Curiosity seldom pays.
It rained Willie seven days.
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| Len 17, Wid 3 |
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