Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime
Big Mick from St Kilda
Became a great builder
But I reckon he mastered
The art of being plastered
Became a great builder
But I reckon he mastered
The art of being plastered
Sunday, July 19, 2009
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Plastering is the thing I hate.
From the front door to the garden gate.....
There's trails of plaster on the stair.
The blasted stuff gets everywhere.
Makes me feel like getting plastered!
(I am STILL upside down here while kitchen plastering takes place! It goes on & on.........)
Ohhh sure plastered.
'Cause after a night at the bar
He tottered past his car
And went right to work--
But the bleary-eyed jerk
Slipped right into a new plastered wall
And so impressed us all--
Big Mick, you're a work of art;
Into that wall, you've placed your heart.
Thanks for coming over and say thankyou to your friend who pointed you in my direction.
If these stories are of interest to you, there is a series of them already on my blog under the label 'reminiscing' . There'll be a few more yet.
Love your little doggerel, definitely Worse, though.
What I've seen of your blog I like, I'll be back.
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