It's Sunday, a day for steak on the grill and time with those you love best. May this day find you healthy and happy. And avoid Bill "Awkins!
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Bill 'Awkins
"'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins?"
"Now 'ow in the devil would I know?"
"'E's taken my girl out walkin',
An' I've got to tell 'im so --
Gawd -- bless -- 'im!
I've got to tell 'im so."
"D'yer know what 'e's like, Bill 'Awkins?"
"Now what in the devil would I care?"
"'E's the livin', breathin' image of an organ-grinder's monkey,
With a pound of grease in 'is 'air --
Gawd -- bless -- 'im!
An' a pound o' grease in 'is 'air."
"An' s'pose you met Bill 'Awkins,
Now what in the devil 'ud ye do?"
"I'd open 'is cheek to 'is chin-strap buckle,
An' bung up 'is both eyes, too --
Gawd -- bless -- 'im!
An bung up 'is both eyes, too!"
"Look 'ere, where 'e comes, Bill 'Awkins!
Now, what in the devil will you say?"
"It isn't fit an' proper to be fightin' on a Sunday,
So I'll pass 'im the time o' day --
Gawd -- bless -- 'im!
I'll pass 'im the time o' day!"
3 comments:
Well, this has nothing to do with Bill 'Awkins, but I wanted to let you know we were there today, on the beaches and at the cemetery. I'll have to tell you all about it.
That is so cool. I can't wait to hear about it. Wish I was there with you.
Kipling was a true Southerner, apparently. You can say anything about anyone as long as you qualify it with, "bless 'is heart."
Ha!
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