Mans Real Best Friend
He was at that little boy discovery stage
A sweet little boy called Billy
A time he was completely fascinated
With the workings of his willy
One day Billys mother asked him
As his willy stood to attention
“Billy why are you always playing with it?”
With deep thought he answered her question
Billy’s lovely little face grew very serious
And with the innocence and honesty of only children
Billy looked at his mother and quietly replied
“Because it’s my best friend”!!!
Copyright © Deb M | Year Posted 2023
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