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Tractor

Get off that bleedin’ tractor

It aint no bloody toy

You shouldn’t be up on it

You stoopid little boy

A farm's no place for playing

On tractors and the like

So sling yer ‘ook ya bugger

Get on yer bleedin’ bike

© John W Fenn 18 Feb 2009

— shazbat, Feb 25, 2009

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Region, Country: Norfolk, UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Kipling, T.S Eliot, Hilaire Belloc, Ogden Nash, Spike Milligan and many more.

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themoonman

themoonman

17 years 3 months ago

John...

I do so look forward to your witty humor within your writes... loved this one, hell, even I sound English reading it... lol... if you can imagine a southern accent/cockney....lol ....sling yer `ook ya bugger... loved that line...great fun reading aloud. Richard
shazbat

shazbat

17 years 3 months ago

Richard, dont get too hooked

Richard, dont get too hooked on the cockney accent or you'll be craving pie and mash or jellied eels and saying things like lord love ya guvnor, glad you liked it Regards John
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Conect11

17 years 3 months ago

I love the irony here!

your sense of whimsy comes through beautifully here. Might want to add an apostrophe to "farms," but that's my only suggestion. Mark W. "our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people and particularly of all believers." 1 Timothy 4:10
shazbat

shazbat

17 years 3 months ago

Mark, thanks for reading and

Mark, thanks for reading and your comments (apostrophe has been inserted)glad you enjoyed this little piece. regards John