Little Billy


Little Billy ate his teacakes
Pondering his lot.
He munched on a sesame breadstick
And spat into the cot,
Where lay baby Ian -
Nine weeks old and dead.
Flicked him on his greying knees
And kissed him on the head.
Then lifted him gently from the crib
And popped him in a pot.
And added salt and onions
And got the baby hot,
This charming baby casserole,
Served with salad and mayonnaise
Did much to dispel little Billy's
General malaise


Charlie Skelton