My Mate Bert

[thestoryteller]

MY MATE BERT

I have a very special mate
a flea whose name is Bert.
He lives upon my old dog's ear
with his dear wife with named Gert.

My Bert is such an athelete
and loves to somersault.
Does singles, doubles, triples too,
I've never seen him fault.

But yesterday, while showing off,
he sprung into the air,
though jumped too high and landed in
young Bobby Miller's hair.

I searched and searched to find my mate,
then found him on Bob's shirt.
But when I took a second look
it wasn't my mate Bert.

©Bush Poet and Balladeer - Merv Webster

The Storyteller

[Irene]

Ah, poor Bert!! He was probably hiding to have a break from performing all those tricks!!

Enjoyed your poem Merv.

Catchya
Irene

[thestoryteller]

Never did find the little mate, he and Gert must have found a new dog. Win a flea ... lose a flea.

Hope you're keeping well Irene.


The Storyteller.

[Stephen Whiteside]

You did well to pick them apart. I reckon all fleas look pretty much the same - unless they've got names on their collars, of course.

[thestoryteller]

Elementary my dear Stephen. Bert had his athletic shorts on but the other flea was n.... [in his birthday suit.] This being a youth site.


The Storyteller.

[william williams]

Was that. That lousy bobby miller you writing about

well merv you can scratch that one, and it sure was a lousy trick

bill W

[Heather]

Sorry Bill, did you say tick?

[thestoryteller]

Recited this during the kid's section of the bush poetry at the Bundy Muster and Bobby joined us in the fun. Still remember the good times with the old mate.

[Rimeriter]

We should have more for the littlies.
Must see if I can find something in my storehouse.

"thank you" Storyteller.
Jim.