My best friend Susan says her mum’s gonna
have a baby, but I don’t reckon she is.
I reckon her mum is just fat full

with pink jelly lamingtons cos
when I was at their place last week,
her mum ate five of them, I watched her.

If she does, have a baby, Susan and me are gonna
take it for walks, and stop right outside
Billy Ashton’s house.

Last week Billy kissed Susan  ‘n when she hit him
he ran off yelling that she was gonna
have a baby now.

That’s how stupid he is.
Babies aren’t made from kisses. But if that’s
what he thinks, we’re sure gonna scare him.


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