MOP UP DAY

MOP UP DAY

I thought some British humour would suit the bill after the ordeal of the last few days. I found myself sympathising with Mr and Mrs Noah, thanking the Lord that He has promised never to flood the entire world again. Australian humour is closely related to the British variety, I hope this does not presnt a problem for my other readers.

Gibber! Gibber!

Chugley

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  1. Dear Chugley. That is a classic. Many years ago I used to do another ‘Young Albert’. Not sure if this will take it, but here goes.I hope sparks don’ hit the ceiling.

    You’ve all heard of young Albert Ramsbottom,
    And his prow’lin around at th zoo,
    His Ma said “His habits unhealthy,
    We’ll find him some interest ‘nu.

    Next day Albert’s Pa at the station,
    Saw radio books in a stack.
    Said he”E by gum that’s idea”.
    And fished in his pocket for zac.

    His son were suspicious of present,
    But Ma said, “You’ll like it don’t fret
    And young Albert were soon quite absorbe’d
    In reading about one valve set.

    The Editor bloke said; “it’s corker,
    Right fine for intelligent lad.
    Loud speaker and all for a fiver.
    This amount won’t be missed by your Dad.

    Soon Albert rushed of to parts store,
    With Pa’s fiver tucked in his coat.
    He selected the bits and the pieces,
    And paid for the lot with Pa’s note.

    He laid out the parts on the table,
    Things made of putty and wax.
    Then rushed off down to Pa’s shed.
    Came back with hammer and tacks.

    He heated up iron on the gas ring,
    And laid it on paddi’n of chair.
    Drilled holes in Ma’s best polished table.
    Got stuck ‘flux all in his hair.

    When Pa came home, tea weren’t half ready.
    And tables were covered with junk.
    Ma said; “Alberts had iron on the gas ring”.
    Pa didn’t say half what he thunk..

    At eight, young Albert cried; “Sets completed”.
    And rushed around kitchen with glee.
    Ma said; Tut, tut,Alberts clever”.
    Pa put on glasses to see.

    When Albert pressed brass stat’in button,
    The set gave an earsplitti’n howl.
    Ma fell flat on the fender,
    With loud cluckin noises; like fowl.

    But Albert kept fidd’lin with chassis,
    And stuck pair of pliers in back.
    Till suddenly sparks hit the ceiling
    Out went the lights, all were black.

    By midnight, when Council fixed wires,
    Pa thought of that note crisp and new.
    “Here’s your stick with the horse’s head ‘andle.
    Go back lad and play at the zoo”.

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