Me Mum

April 26th, 2007 at 7:33 am (The Swashbuckler Series)

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With Mother’s Day approaching, I just couldn’t resist including this little bit of fun that I dug up from my “shoebox archives.”  It was on the back of an incomplete work-in-progress, that up until now has remained unfinished, and either needs to be completed, or…
Burned!  I haven’t decided which;-)  

Me Mum   

Of all the ventures I’ve chased after I’ve been in brawls and swung from rafters, yet nothing gives me such sweet laughter… As me luvin’ mum. I’ve gotten lost in coral forests I’ve sung the drunken pirates chorus, But she sees through me just like I’m porous…
That’s me mum.
Her temperament is one to savor, seasoned through with Scottish flavor, she taps the wits the Good Lord gave her…
Aye!  That’s me mum. As a lad done bad, she’d fetch a stick, I’d get whooped, then me wounds I’d lick, If I back-talked, me poor ear she’d flick…
Arghhh!  That’s me mum.
Her prayers finally took a hold, Which kept us all from grief untold,
She’s a saint - if I might be so bold…
That’s me mum.
Well, I’ve seen the sights, had many pleasures,
Reaped rewards of countless measures,
But one of me most cherished treasures…
Yup… That’s me mum!
Yer Swashbuckler  -  04/25/2001

ps - She really didn’t beat me as soundly as she should have.  I deserved and proudly earned each and every lickin’ that I got (as well as several that I didn’t, but Mum’s the word).  Dave

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