The Dorset Chilli

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