A POEM FOR MUDDER"S DAY

    • 658 posts
    May 13, 2012 12:47 AM PDT
     
    "ME MUDDER"
    When me prayers were poorly said
    Who tucked me in me widdle bed
    And spanked me till me arse was red
    ... ME MUDDER

    Who took me from me cozy cot
    And put me on the ice cold pot
    And made me pee when I could not
    ME MUDDER

    And when the morning light would come
    And in me crib me dribbled some
    Who wiped me tiny widdle bum,
    ME MUDDER

    Who would me hair so neatly part
    And hug me gently to her heart
    Who sometimes squeezed me till me fart,
    ME MUDDER

    Who looked at me with eyebrows knit
    And nearly have a king size fit
    When in me Sunday pants me S__t ,
    ME MUDDER

    When at night her bed did squeak
    Me raised me head to have a peek
    Who yelled at me to "GO TO SLEEP!,
    ME FADDER

    Borrowed from a friend!

    Hugs to ya all,

    Medic
  • May 13, 2012 1:10 AM PDT
    Sounds remarkably like a song that came out over here many many years ago (probably in the 1950's) about "My Bruvva" by Terry Scott...lol...Try it, you can fit the words of that poem to this song...lol... 

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    May 13, 2012 3:41 AM PDT
    I can hear Curly (from the Three Stooges) reading this. Funny!
    • 3006 posts
    May 13, 2012 3:44 AM PDT
    Nice one ! I enjoyed it !!! Happy Mothers Day to all the CF ladys !!!
  • May 13, 2012 5:35 AM PDT
    OMG thats too funny...Thanx for the laugh.
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    May 13, 2012 7:27 AM PDT
    Thanks Medic & Jet for the laughs. I, too, was thinkin' three stooges for a sec. Then this song popped into my head...
    Camp Granada (COMEDY)

    Hello Mudda, hello Fadda,
    Here I am at Camp Granada.
    Camp is very entertaining,
    And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.

    I went hiking with Joe Spivy;
    He developed poison ivy.
    You remember Leonard Skinner;
    He got ptomain poisoning last night after dinner.

    All the counselors hate the waiters,
    And the lake has alligators,
    And the head coach wants no sissies,
    So he reads to us from something called "Ulysses".

    Now I don't want this should it scare ya,
    But my bunk mate has malaria.
    You remember Jeffrey Hardy,
    They're about to organize a searching party.

    Take me home, oh Mudda, Fadda,
    Take me home, I hate Granada!
    Don't leave me out in the forest where
    I might get eaten by a bear.

    Take me home, I promise I will not make noise,
    Or mess the house with other boys.
    Oh, please don't make me stay,
    I've been here one whole day.

    Dearest Fadda, darling Mudda,
    How's my precious little brother?
    Let me come home if you miss me,
    I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.

    Wait a minute, it stopped hailing,
    Guys are swimming, gals are sailing.
    Playing baseball, gee that's betta,
    Mudda, Fadda, kindly disregard this letter!

    That was a daily staple in my house, back in the day. Sheesh...

    Ride Free
    Tweek