Billy's Revenge
Billy Smith was poor and it did show
His rich relatives didn't want to know
They had their cars and barbecues
And howled at Billy’s worn out shoes.
Billy went for a walk and on the ground
Saw a shiny thing, a brand new pound
Bought a lotto ticket he had nothing to lose
But should have bought glue to fix them shoes.
That night he was sitting, watching T.V.
And up came the results for the lottery
He looked at his ticket, in total surprise
He had six numbers; couldn't believe his eyes.
Some twenty years later Billy passed away
His relatives had looked forward to this day
For the funeral some had travelled miles
Wearing Sunday best and big false smiles.
He was a lovely man they’d all say
But a big surprise was coming their way
They couldn't care less about poor Bill
Only interested in what was in his will.
Three weeks later Billy’s will was read
And in it this is what the statement said
There is not one relative here today
That is going to gain in any way.
I was down on my luck you shut your door
You didn't want to know me anymore
You heard of my win, you circled around
My money I've given to the dog pound.
And here is something else that is in hand
By your houses I've purchased all the land
A sewage farm will be built that you'll see
When you open your windows, remember me.
Written 28th February 2018.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018
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