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A Fifth Child

Bottom of the class with a broken nose,

muscled, stooped, thick black mane.

He’ll end up like Billy Rose.

 

Coiled, dark and world – opposed,

all the usual rules disdain,

bottom of the class with a broken nose.

 

Down the rugby field he flows,

scatter the foes like a runaway train,

he’ll end up like Billy Rose.

 

Slouching from the pitch with his cock on show,

girls a – giggled unrestrained,

bottom of the class with a broken nose.

 

Down the front when Dylan shows,

take you on if you complain,

he’ll end up like Billy Rose.

 

Smacked to the canvas, welter of blows,

All the better to entertain,

bottom of the class with a broken nose

he’ll end up like Billy Rose.

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