Little Willie, with his gun,
shot the neighbours one by one.
His mother said "You silly twit,
I've no-one left to gossip with!"
Undeterred, he shot her too,
then, bored, he wandered to the zoo.
There he let the lions escape--
the keeper stood there, jaws agape.
Tired at last, he went to bed
to rest his boyish, weary head
and dream of more ways to be bad--
oh Willie, you're a naughty lad!
A contest entry
- It Is Time For Rhyme by Dalaney.
850 points, ended June 3, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Definitely laughed out loud at this one. Would love to hear what Willie has planned for the next day. Thanks for making me laugh.
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Now, thats what I call NAUGHTY.
Good rhyme and flow and fun. Good luck in the contest.
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The moral of this tale of fun
Is: don't give little boys a gun
Better to keep it on a shelf
And shoot acquaintances yourself.
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Oh kaaaaayyy....
{sidles nervously out of the room, avoiding eye contact}
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Let's see ...
A fun little rhyme that doesn't quite set a good example for the young but understood for the way it makes us aware! joy
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ha!
Thank you for entering. Love, Lane
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