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Billy The Brit.

Hello.
My name is.
Billy the Brit.
I am full of charm.
And filled up with wit.
On my own throne.
I graciously sit.
It is specially made.
For room for my.
Big fat arse to fit.
My home.
Is my castle.
Whenever i need something.
God save Billy the Brit.
I loudly whistle.
Then my followers.
Come running.
I have got six wives.
I will tell thee.
They are all beautifully stunning.
On my head.
I don’t wear a crown.
I wear a ginger wig.
Without it on.
My baldy head looks like.
The baldy head of a pig.
I try to speak posh.
But it’s hard to get rid of my working class accent.
But i do not worry.
Because i am as happy as Larry.
Would you not be.
With the choice of having all the stunning women to marry.
So it is goodbye from me.
And goodbye from her and her and her and her and her and her.
 

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sparrowsong

Hello William...

Trying to picture this...

Fat arse...Check...

Baldy head resembles a pig...

Brit charm...

I got it!

Oh no!

Cover up quick...

Definitely put on the wig...

Someone could definitely mistake you for something Grill like...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

 

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William Wallace

Hi sparrowsong, Ha Ha Ha like the comment, so does bill the brit, he can be pig headed sometimes. See you later and if i don’t see you later I’ll see you through the window. Stay warm and safe.

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