Blue Tongue Poem by Allan James Saywell

We all grew up together
We were young men
We were known by
Names we regarded
As terms of endearment
I was known as Sao
Which was a common biscuit
Another was known as billiads
He always had his hands in his pockets
We assumed he was playing with his balls
Hence the name
Then there was Blue tongue
He could clean his eyebrows
With his tongue
He always ate blue berries for breakfast
When he laughed, his tongue would dance
The girls loved him
God only knows why