A Boy Named Billy Jones

I just found a bucket load of my old writing! This one was written in 2003 for some contest which wanted to encourage physical activity among teenagers. There is loads of other stuff lying about which needs to be worked on. Will post it if I deem it appropriate any time in the future.

A Boy Named Billy Jones

Here was a boy named Billy Jones

Who never ever moved his bones

And because he never moved

This is what happened to him-

One fine morning he found that he

Was completely paralyzed, physically.

Too fat to move, too fat to budge

He started to panic, he was really het up

He sat on his bed like a huge block

And blubbered on the phone-“Please help me doc.”

The doctor came, looking quite grim

“Let’s face it son, you’re not very trim.

You have more fat than you can bear

And soon you’ll have no clothes to wear.

Your body’s in a terrible state

Your heart will collapse from all that weight

Now you’ll feel about eighty-eight

But soon you’ll be Billy Jones- The Late”

There was a boy, name of Billy

Who thought the doctor’s advice was silly

And reached out for another cream roll

And we’re here today to pray for his departed soul.