ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

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.

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

Heather

Poor Neville - hope you feel better soon

But the poem was great fun

"OOHHHHHHH !

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

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

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

Heather

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

Marty

ps. I though it might of been an Olympic poem

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