Homework April 26 - 'Old Marty'
Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2021 8:56 pm
I don't know where this one came from either - But I've known a few Marty's - (this is one is just a little rushed)
Old Marty
He was a rascal right enough back in those days of old,
and always full of mischief, but he had a heart of gold.
He’d show up out of nowhere with a smile upon his dial,
explaining he’d been far away and tramped a country mile.
For that’s the way he liked to live, footloose and fancy free,
and wouldn’t change for quids, “there’s so much more out there to see”.
I knew he’d want to bite me, he was always on the take,
And let me tell you, he could charm the skin right of a snake.
I still remember a time at a place called Tin Dog Flat,
when almost out of nowhere Marty dropped by for a chat
and swore that some blasted mongrel, had pinched his lucky pick.
This jumping to conclusions, somehow really got my wick.
I told him that was rubbish, for he’d left it here last week,
he’d thrown it at a cawing crow down by the flam’en creek.
now seemed the time to gently mention other things forgot,
and tell him that his memory, was well and truly shot.
© T.E. Piggott
Old Marty
He was a rascal right enough back in those days of old,
and always full of mischief, but he had a heart of gold.
He’d show up out of nowhere with a smile upon his dial,
explaining he’d been far away and tramped a country mile.
For that’s the way he liked to live, footloose and fancy free,
and wouldn’t change for quids, “there’s so much more out there to see”.
I knew he’d want to bite me, he was always on the take,
And let me tell you, he could charm the skin right of a snake.
I still remember a time at a place called Tin Dog Flat,
when almost out of nowhere Marty dropped by for a chat
and swore that some blasted mongrel, had pinched his lucky pick.
This jumping to conclusions, somehow really got my wick.
I told him that was rubbish, for he’d left it here last week,
he’d thrown it at a cawing crow down by the flam’en creek.
now seemed the time to gently mention other things forgot,
and tell him that his memory, was well and truly shot.
© T.E. Piggott