GOLD

[Neville Briggs]

GOLD


I hab a bad gold, I feed sick
and by doze is awe sore add stubbed ub.
Blow be doze, blow be doze, blow be doze,
loads a messy use dissues bile ub.

Why day gall id a gold, I dundo,
gauze rye dow I jus feed priddy hod.
Blow be doze. blow be doze, blow be doze,
Wodda job do ged ridda dad snod.

I bead daken sub bills for debain
and rub smelly Vicks ober be chess.
Blow be doze, blow be doze, blow be doze,
I'll day rug dub imbed an juss ress.

I wooden wander ged you bone yer.

[Heather]

Poor Nevie, you are sick aren't you? I can hear the misery.

Heather

[Maureen K Clifford]

Poor Neville - hope you feel better soon

But the poem was great fun

[Rimeriter]

"OOHHHHHHH !

[Neville Briggs]

Thanks for the sympathies ladies and Jim. I'm not sick fortunately, just being stupid.

[Dennis N O'Brien]

[Robyn]

Great use of language Neville! Glad to hear you are not really ill and hope you stay that way.
Regards
Robyn

[Heather]

We knew that silly! It was funny.. (Not that you're stupid or anything Neville )

Heather

[warooa]

you bone yer - very flu-ently written, Nev.

Marty

ps. I though it might of been an Olympic poem

[Neville Briggs]

It could have been Marty, the Olympics tend to make me feel a bit nauseous.