Big Bollock Billy is strong and he’s tough
He’ll mount any bitch who stands still long enough
But there’s one fact that Billy elects to ignore:
He hasn’t got balls anymore.
Big Bollock Billy, he swaggers and struts,
A king among canines, a monarch of mutts.
He knows he’s a stud in the depths of his core,
But he hasn’t got balls anymore.
With a tennis ball, Billy’s excited to play,
But he’ll take off your hand if you take it away.
You can’t really blame him: it’s happened before:
He hasn’t got balls anymore.
Billy believes he’s a dog in his prime
And nobody’s told him he’s not got much time.
He ignores the arthritis that stiffens his paw,
And he hasn’t got balls any more.
Big Bollock Billy is strong and he’s tough.
He’ll mount any bitch who stands still long enough
But there’s one fact that Billy elects to ignore:
He hasn’t got balls anymore.
Tom Juniper Poetry 