Young Billy he thought 

That was he was in love

With a sweet little thing

As cute as a bug


Her name was Molly

All points and curves

So beautiful she was

That I don't have the words


Then Billy did notice 

That she had really big hands

And that very night 

He learned Molly was a man


But Billy told no one

He'd already lost his heart

Not to a girl named Molly

But to a boy named Bart


        THE END


This poem is about: 
Our world


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