When back in the good old days
When i had friends, that wern't real bright
When you could keep a farm of animals
In your back yard, chickens and geese
Pigs and goats and dogs
My mate Billy, was a prime example
Of a young boy, with a head full of sawdust
I hatched a brilliant plan
The Goose that layed the golden egg
I painted a goose egg, the colour gold
I sent Billy down to collect the egg, the golden egg
He came back up, frothing at the mouth
You would swear he'd won, first prize in a raffle
He was very excited
I said Billy i will have to test, the egg for hardness
How do you do that mate, he enquired
Give me the egg Billy, i replied
Turn around young Billy, i said
I had by this time aquired, a hard small rock
I give his head a little bang
Holy shit he said, that bloody hurt
Billy i said your bloody rich
Take it straight down to the bank
And bloody cash it boy
Away he went with great excitment
An hour later young billy returned
Red faced and angry
They laughed at me mate, he said
Didn't they give it a hardness test boy
No they didn't, he replied
Well one more test okay billy
Give me the egg, you can face me this time
Are you ready, yes mate i'm ready
Splot, they were right Billy
It's only fools Gold
Repost Series 2006
allan james saywell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fools-gold/
