Me and Liam would go to the sea to throw pebbles and count the bounces you see.
Then we’d go home for a pot of jam, three slices bread and a little smoked ham.
Soon Liam got fat and could no longer travel, whilst I moved on to more problems to unravel.
Now I’m a chemist working with enzymes, while poor Liam sits at home writing silly rhymes.
Who’s the fool and who can claim credit, when both lives must face their final edit?
I offer an answer to which you may agree, so I’ll write it here for you all to see.
Lines can be bad but they can also be good, but best not to try too many before adulthood…Boom Boom.
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