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Sundays With Will Dockery
a poem by Bard and NancyGene
Will Dockery, on a Sunday,
Has nothing else to do
But argue and try to start fights,
And he always loses too.
He's fat and uncoordinated,
And his hands and feet are tiny,
And people don't like him,
So he's always drunk and whiny.
He'll pick a fight with anyone,
No matter how big or small,
And he'll always seek to start it,
But the first to cry and fall.
He's a bully and a coward,
And he's looking for a fight,
But he's never the one who wins,
For Will Dockery's not too bright.
If you see Will Dockery on a Sunday,
Look away and let him boast
Because he's not worth your time,
And he drags around old ghosts.
He's just a bully and a coward,
And he's always looking for a fight,
But he's not the one who wins,
And he cannot read or write.