As a kid, across the street lived the Lions that adored drinking brandy
I guess that they had too many drinks because they named their daughter Dandy
When I was in school I had a friend Harold, the kids laughed when he walked down the halls
Why didn't they name him Larry, we just called him Harry, his last name was Balls
Both stories true I wouldn't fool you, pain in a name's infliction
Such a shame that in a name truth is stranger than fiction
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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- Published: July 5th, 2025 03:26
- Category: Unclassified
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