Alice's Knickers !!

The story really started many years ago
Two children played a silly game
They called it ‘Show for Show’
Their names were Jack and Alice
Just bairns of five or six
“Jack, show me your underpants
And I’ll show you, my frilly ‘nicks’”

Jack at last persuaded
Dropped his knee length corduroys
Alice stared and began to laugh,
Then called over the other boys.
Jack was livid he’d been had
By this frilly fairy queen
Whilst she ogled at his underpants
She made sure her frills weren’t seen.

The years rolled by, as we know they do
Then came that fateful night,
“A church concert jack, would you like to go,
Alice Clark’s their leading light?”
Memories flooded back for Jack
Of that day so long ago
That little girl, those frilly ‘nicks’
He wouldn’t miss this show.

They filed into the old church hall
Jack took up his seat.
He’d waited years for his revenge
And his revenge was sweet.
The cast a group of pensioners
Their renditions brought forth snickers
“Whey Jack lad, did yi enjoy the show?”

“Just tell Alice I’ve seen her knickers!!!!”




http://www.davidburt.co.uk/poems/AlicesKnickers.wav.wav

I just noticed the wav. files, because I have been too busy being impressed with the marvellous poetry.

Bliddy Hell Daffyd, you sound very like Mr. Connery ---------swoon!

DOES HE Monsy - Ohhh !!

Och you have been away too long Monsy...... it sounds more like Billy Connelly.....

Now then I did hear that a fine young poet was writing some good stuff so I took a wee listen, I'm thinking he will go far!

http://www.davidburt.co.uk/yesterday/do ... eBurns.wav

http://www.incallander.co.uk/music/scottishsoldier.wav

Well I thought you sounded mair like Finlay Currie there!

Aye mon, the voice o' them arl!

I was looking at the word 'cross' I remember one occasion when I felt I had crossed........... from one dimension to another......... it was a sort of MIRRORLAND............



In a parallel time, in a parallel world, in a parallel galaxy, there's a parallel town and a parallel place, where my parallel house will be. In that parrallel house, there are parallel doors and parallel windows, one, two, three. There are parallel people all milling about, even a hologram of a parallel me. In that parallel time, in that parallel place what was left is now right, you see? In that parallel world with that parallel life would our holograms drink parallel tea? Would a parallel scone on a parallel plate have a parallel taste of real jam? I don't think it would taste as parallel good so on reflection I'll stay as I am.