Self-Proclaimed
I used to know Mr. Billy Bones,
at four-foot five inch tall
a local marvel.
A spark in his clear blue eyes,
muscle and brawn,
cheeky and bold
at fifty years old.
It was no surprise
Billy the high street butcher,
felt no need
to advertise.
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