When i was little
and the tip seemed
like as you now like it
and expect it
water flowing in
and rivers coming out
shrinking a little back then
being milked it was
with liberally applied K.Y Gilly
and as i tried to explain
how it felt
and only by her prodding, could i
intense was it then when she ask
thinking back as she squeezed
it out by the gallons
my mum is a jolly good mum
she keeps my belly full
as the stones are firmly but gentled
for she whom comes by
is the Doctor, 'my mum
she is, 'Grace your neighbor?
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