What Were They Thinking? Poem by soren Barrett

As a kid, across the street lived the Lions that adored drinking brandy
I guess that they had too many drinks because they named their daughter Dandy
When I was in school I had a friend Harold, the kids laughed when he walked down the halls
Why didn't they name him Larry, we just called him Harry, his last name was Balls
Both stories true I wouldn't fool you, pain in a name's infliction
Such a shame that in a name truth is stranger than fiction