Little Willie Poems

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Willie saw some dynamite, Couldn’t understand it quite; Curiosity never pays: It rained Willie seven days.

William, in a nice new sash, Fell in the fire and burned to an ash. Now, although the room grows chilly I haven’t the heart to poke poor Billy.

Willie in the cauldron fell; See the grief on mother’s brow; Mother loved her darling well-- Willie’s quite hard-boiled by now.

Little Willie with a shout, Gouged the Baby’s eyeballs out; Stamped on them to make them pop. Mother cried, “Now William, stop!”

William, with a thirst for gore, Nailed the baby to the door. Mother said, with humor quaint: “Careful, Will, don’t mar the paint.”

Little Willie shot his sister; She was dead before we missed her. Willie’s always up to tricks. Ain’t he cute? He’s only six.

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