ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Whistling, Humming and Singing

Stephen Whiteside 15.10.2012

I heard a sweet whistle while walking today,
A beautiful match for the sun's golden ray.
It morphed to a hum. It was cheerful and bright,
And sat very well with the sunshine so bright.
Next came a singing voice. Each note was true;
Mixed with the sunlight, it warmed me right through.
The whistle, the hum and the voice formed a song,
And I skipped and cavorted and cantered along,
And nothing was wrong.

Sounds like you had a great day Stephen. I'd like to see you cantering.

Heather

Yes, Heather. Of course, the best bit is when I get to whip myself.

I was wondering if you whinnied?

You whip yourself? Don't you have a wife to do that for you?

Pass.

Moderator please !!!


Oh hang on this is the purple one ?


Bob

And just WHAT are you 'hanging' on the Purple one there Pacey???

What I thought was odd was that Bob thought it was ok for Stephen to whip himself!

I do not condone wipping in any shape or form !!!


Robert