This is the story of Bill and Ben

And their time spent in England, when

Ben hit his head on several occasions

And Bill for girls had to hold in his passion

On a wet Sunday we took a stroll in the park

Any girl in sight became for Bill a mark

Yet dear reader, on that same afternoon

Ben hit his head and made himself swoon

A walk down the prom was where we headed

To run up the skating ramp was never intended

Yet Ben set off up the slippery slope

And came quickly down, there was really no hope

We all stood around seeing his pain

And wondered if it was because of the rain

That Ben’s face became swollen and wet

Whilst Bill’s eyes scanned around for the opposite sex

To London the bus went, our capital city

Bill spent money fast, his wallet was shown no pity

Ben walked more quietly and took no chances

He didn’t want to miss Michael Jackson Dances

So, the moral of this poem you will find

Is that you need to concentrate the mind

Don’t waste the chances youth provides

And be careful when climbing slides

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For Margaux, Berenger and Guillame