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Humorous days

31/03/09

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Humorous days

My Dad told me a story,
Its funny and it’s true.
He lived in a house with a chimney.
Back in 1952.
He didn’t have any money.
He was out of work and poor.
But he did help the little old lady
Who lived the house next door.
My mum was home from hospital.
My brother had been born.
He made the house look really nice,
He even cut the lawn.
He told my Mum” go next door and have a cup of tea.”
“Have a chat and I will come for you at three.”

He’d just sat down; there was a sound coming from the door.
One, two, three knocks or maybe even more.
“Your chimneys on fire Sir.” The fireman said “I have to put it out.”
He put the hose in the next doors chimney
My Mum came screaming out.

Her clothes and her face were covered in soot and she was pouting too.
My Dad cried with laughter, there was nothing he could do.

The old lady stood in her garden she cursed and she swore.
“Don’t come near me or my bloody door.”
“Look at my dress, look at the mess.
“I’ll give you what for.”
“Look at my face, look at my eyes,
My whites are not white any more.

My dad belly laughs, when he tells this story
There’s a twinkle in his eye.
My Mum stares, pouts and yells
“Don’t you bloody lie."

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