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Some parents have poor taste
Of that there's little doubt
But calling her Boadicea
Was just a bit way out.

Now such a rare handle
Deserves a good surname
But Boadicea Briggs just 
Didn't  quite make the game.

She'd apparently been conceived
Under the lintels of Stonehenge 
And calling her Boadicea was 
A reluctant father's revenge.

She grew up shy and hesitant
Life a cruel and unfair game
Full of self doubt and misery
As everyone laughed at her name.

But life has it's up and downs
As I've heard people say
And very true  to form
Every doggie has its day.

She bought a horse and chariot
And with stern look on her face
Went and quickly entered 
Her first open chariot race.

Now she's Champion  of the World
And doing so very well 
Any those who laugh at her name
Can just go rot in hell.

A rare and haughty beauty
Now proud of that name
For it caused the drive that
Spurred her on to wealth and fame.

Calling her Boadicea
Was just a bit way out.
Some parents have poor taste
Of that there's little doubt.



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