My name is Billy
I wanted a chilli
Large, small or mini
Hot enough to make my eyes go drippy
I travelled the world and all the cities
And I thought, Billy, O! This is silly
Where can I acquire such a nifty chili?
Not in Chile I was told by my Milly
Right in the heart of Dorset, My dear Billy
The Dorset Naga, she said quite mildly
One taste makes tongues dance on ice
The aroma itself is much rather nice
So when in Dorset I found and ate this chilli
I started a contemporary dance with my Willie
And Milly was all giggly
When I kept repeating O! Giddy Giddy
O! Billy This is silly said my Milly
My dizzy mouth needed a drink quite fizzy
My lips felt swollen, lively and lippy
As my backside turned into factory windy
The smell made my throat chippie
The touch made my skin richly itchy
My eyes felt seductively flirty
My stomach churned feeling so sickly
I pooed out in the loo pounds of hot molten lava
Imposed upon me by the unkindly Dorset Chilli Naga
And I thought, Billy, O! This is silly
And Milly laughed looking happily chilly
As she asked, 'Would you like another? '
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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