can you please help
Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 3:31 pm
Here are two different styles of Bush writing
Please Sir can you help
The old battler Bill’s Question
Some of you people may have noticed
That my diction and speech that’s spoken
Has improved? as time has moved along.
For I have been around the district
Preaching, AA programs with distinction .
With a derelict! named Sammy Jones.
Sixty, dirty and uncouth with out a doubt
He’d pick his nose, an belch an fart
Making very impolite sexual gestured
As I tried to tell the people! Of the evils of his ways.
But he died, and he was buried, just last week
So please sir could you be like Sammy Jones
And an answer came directed from writing a unexpected
From our Editor Frank Daniel
Seeing that you're insisting that I take old Sammy's place
I imagine that I could be a multiple disgrace
and pick my broken bloody nose and scratch my dirty ar**e
and be your prime example of a bloke without no class.
I'd cough and spit and belch and fart and have a runny nose
I'd dribble down my whiskered chin, spill sauce on my clothes
and like my old Aunt Martha, keep the audience in line
raising my middle finger giving them the good-luck sign
Please Sir can you help
The old battler Bill’s Question
Some of you people may have noticed
That my diction and speech that’s spoken
Has improved? as time has moved along.
For I have been around the district
Preaching, AA programs with distinction .
With a derelict! named Sammy Jones.
Sixty, dirty and uncouth with out a doubt
He’d pick his nose, an belch an fart
Making very impolite sexual gestured
As I tried to tell the people! Of the evils of his ways.
But he died, and he was buried, just last week
So please sir could you be like Sammy Jones
And an answer came directed from writing a unexpected
From our Editor Frank Daniel
Seeing that you're insisting that I take old Sammy's place
I imagine that I could be a multiple disgrace
and pick my broken bloody nose and scratch my dirty ar**e
and be your prime example of a bloke without no class.
I'd cough and spit and belch and fart and have a runny nose
I'd dribble down my whiskered chin, spill sauce on my clothes
and like my old Aunt Martha, keep the audience in line
raising my middle finger giving them the good-luck sign