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Benjamin
Benjamin . . . Benjamin
Now he's up an gone again
Keeps my nerves upon a pin
Gotta have a talk with him
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Benji has a sneaky grin
He's such a little larakin
Planning trouble to get in
Some say Benji's born to sin
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Benny . . . Benny
Stole a penny
Couldn't stop till he had many
Didn't care who hadn't any
Benny always wanted plenty
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Ben . . . Ben
He sleeps till ten
Then off to rob a bank again
Lives a life of lust and sin
Someday he'll be in the pen
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BJ whatya say
You'll be gettin out someday
It aint the finest place to stay
But it don't cost much anyway
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Yo' B
What ja done to me
Stole my fags
An thay ain't free
They be hot commodity
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Late last night in cell block ten
They heard the last of Benjamin
Benji, Benny, Ben, an BJ died
Yo' B committed suicide
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem that will appeal to young children. Any topic. Any poetry type. |
Author Notes
All the way down when it all starts wrong
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