How about the little dutch boy?

 

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Have you ever heard the story

Of the Little Dutch Boy?

Not that Jimmy is Dutch

Nor related to Ronald Reagan

Who used to laugh at himself?

Who was supposed to be Irish

For being a descendant

Of the old Amsterdam colony

Now Manhattan,

Jimmy imagines himself.

A lot of things

And then like a little sissy

Wants to be put your in 

A choke hold 

Just because

He does not want 

You to spend your money

Nor make yourself 

Beautiful for others

All his girlfriends 

Got tired of him

And his miserly ways

Then they would steal

And say to him that 

They were making themselves

More attractive for someone else

Such as Suzanne

Who tormented him

So much she has now

Made my life 

A living hell.

The story of the 

Dutch boy

Is that he was walking along

Doing nothing at all

When he noticed

That the levy or damn

Unlike the new Amsterdam

The old Holland 

Had been reclaimed

From the sea

Which has invaded 

A certain area near

France called the lowlands

Hence Holland

Could be said

To mean hollowed out

They built levies

To keep the water out

And fields of tulips

And cows for their cheeses

They had created 

An environment

Out of nothing

But then they forgot

To send the boys to school

Little boy sees a leak 

One of the walls

And sticks his finger in it

He is plugging it from 

Destroying the town

He is a hero

The little Dutch boy

Falls asleep

With his finger stuck

In a crack in the wall

He is told he is silly

When his far more

Intelligent sister comes along

He has been standing 

All day without his supper

For nothing as the wall

Always has runoff

And it is not  the big damn

Outside the city

He could have been playing

All day and had his supper

Now he has to be put to bed

Without any food

And stay there until 

He recovers from the cold

He has caught being outside

What a silly little boy

Mayb if he had learned

His ABC's he would have

Known he was not going 
To save the world.

Well, Jimmy used

To steal from everyone

Ad then hold kids hostage

Calling the FBI

To help him with his mom

Who was too stupid

To know she had to pay

A ransom.

Then they would get 

Fake money for him

To run and hide

While the children

Had got tired

Of his game

And wandered off

Only to be discovered

Not abducted at all

Just hidden away

Jimmy was saving 

the family from starvation

All those fake bills

He kept until he found 

Out he only had monopoly money

Then he got angry

Enough to kill a few of them

Putting plastic bags over their heads

Taping them shut

He enjoyed that 

Until his father sent

Him to mental institutions

And tried to tell

My parents to leave his kid alone.

He killed him as well

His own father 

Now he goes around

Pretending he is saving

The community 

By reporting everything

That I do or someone else

He thought it was her

Did not want harm to some

Or he switch's out the bills

In order for me not to spend it

But it is embarrassing

To be at a bank 

And discover the money

you now possess.

Is in fact fake

When you inspected it

When it came out of the machine

And put it safely in your own wallet

Only to have another 

Midnight visitation

The staff refuse to discuss

And there it is

Once of value

It has no value

Except a pair of handcuffs

I do not want to have a mug shot

Jimmy so take your finger

Out of my wallet

Stop crying wolf

And please give back

The stack of the stuff

You stooled from some 

Movie set 

Where they use fake bills

Look at it carefully.

It says it is movie prop

What am I supposed to tell

The authorities?

They wont believe me

If I tell the m I got it out of an ATM

Nor that I called the bank first

Or even that it is really my driver's license....

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