My dogs name is Tinny, cause he’s gray around his bum
Hee,hee, and I like writing poetries
‘Cause I don’t get told off by my mum

But last night I wrote poetree for my Uncle Billy
Mum got mad and tore it up
And all I said was willy.

Then my mate Danny Mackie wee’d on the garden shed
But the window was still open,
And he just missed Grandads head.

Grandad came out steaming, picked up a bamboo stick
Yelled “Come here you little b*****s”
But we both shot through, quick!

On our bikes we rode like stink, down to Brownleys shop
To try and pinch some bubblegum
‘Cause licorice ain’t much chop.

I think that Mr Brownley must have lost his pen and pad
But how they got in Millies’ blouse
I’ll have to ask my Dad.

But I don’t think he’ll tell me, he’ll say “Go ask your Mum.”
Then she might get a bit narky
So I think I’ll just keep shtum.

Well, I reckon Saturdays over, had great fun with me mate
Yuk, its church tomorrow morning
Yay, I’ll take a cockroach for the plate.