ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

A Tiny Tot’s Memories

When I was very little, well maybe two or three.

There were things that happened, just too little me.
Who’d cuddle and squeeze me tight till I nearly fart

ME MUVER

I’d fall, and graze my knee, and then I’d cry,
Who would come an comfort me

ME MUVER.

Now sitting in me high chair, with me dinner everywhere.
Who would come and clean me up,

ME MUVER.

Once sitting on me potty, I stood, and widdled every where,
Who smacks me little bottom, and sits me down,

ME MUVER,

Who tucks me in my little bed
and cuddles me to sleep,

ME MUVER.

Now as the night is quiet me muvers bed did squeak,
And so I rises, just to take a little peak.

Who grabbed me by me jamas and smacks me little bum
And throws me into bed to sleep,

ME FAVER

Written by Bill Williams March 05

she's true I tell yah

bill the old battler

Naughty boy .

oh i get it Bill I didn't read the bit about when you were little ??



Bob

No Bob I was telling about you when you were a litte tot. thats what you told me

Gee you were a bugger of a kid then and you haven't changed now go on back to the naughty corner bro

Bill w

Please Bill I do not and never will answer to BRO, Call me mate as much as you like or anything else but never BRO.


Bob

Now THAT is funny!

sorry Bob I should not have used that abreviation.
Now you thought that I meant Brother
Well no way. It wern't,
It was short for Bromide thats what you take when youv'e been on the turps mate

bill W

What wrong with Bro ?? We have a shop in Singleton that has been here for decades, it's called Gould Bros. I'm sure there are plenty of country towns where Bros were partners in the local businesses.

...you're a trouble maker Neville!.....