Decapitation For Fun
¶ 1
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When I was young and fairly bored,
I’d go out on my bike,
And cycle down the country lanes
To anywhere I’d like.
¶ 2
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And as I’d ride on down the hills,
My left leg dangling freely,
I’d kick the dandelion heads
While trying to do a wheelie.
¶ 3
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It was a game requiring skill,
And timing was essential.
The flick had to be sharp and crisp,
For to be providential.
¶ 4
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The foot had got to strike the head,
Right where it met the stem.
Higher up or lower down
Just didn’t work on them.
¶ 5
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And as I spread those yellow heads,
Throughout this fertile nation,
I revelled in my role of
Benefiting pollination.
¶ 6
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As hobbies went, I always found it
Very edifyin’.
It wasn’t really football though,
‘Twas more footdandelion.
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