‘I-ee-i-ee-i-ee-iron!’
T’is I, Bodkin’s pony,
Ready for the knacker’s yard.
Twenty year o’ pulling cart,
Up the ‘ills; t’is blummin’ ‘ard.
‘I-ee-i-ee-i-ee-iron!’
The ‘ills o’ Nether Podmore,
I ‘ates the blummin’ place.
‘im behind, ‘e flicks the reins,
T’ain’t a blummin’ race!
‘I-ee-i-ee-i-ee-iron!’
‘n up the ‘igh Street we goes,
Me old joints ‘bout giving way.
‘n all I got t’ look forward t’,
Is a bag o’ blummin’ ‘ay!
‘I-ee-i-ee-i-ee-iron!’
Yeah! Stick ‘is loudspeaker,
Where the sun don’t go!
Me blummin’ ‘ead’s a-buzzing…
‘orses ‘ave ears, don’t ‘e know?
‘I-ee-i-ee-i-ee-iron!’
I ‘ave t’ lug a ton o’ scrap,
Up this ‘ill, for Goodness Sakes!
‘n what is worse, the down ‘ill bit,
‘cos ‘orseshoes, they ain’t brakes!
‘I-ee-i-ee-i-ee-iron!’
Ah, shut up! Blummin’ slave driver!
Nice one mark. i remember the rag and bone man who used to come round our streets every week with horse and cart. My dad says they still go round his neck of the woods. Recycling the good old way. Poor old horse. Hope he didnt end up at the knackers.
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I too remember the rag and bone man and the old bucket on the back of the cart for scooping up the droppings off the road.
ReplyDeleteThanks caz for commenting. I've been busy updating and finishing off my books... 'Gulpot's Wisdom' and 'Undertaking' which are fantasy humour novels so haven't written any new poems! I've put all the NP poems in one book which can be read on http://www.authonomy.com under the name of sunkle.
Hope you are OK too.