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My uncle swears blind: 2.
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My Uncle swears blind:
 1
     When he was a chiseller he saw a man do it with his teeth.
 2
     'Did what?'says I
 3
     'Castrated a bull' says he.
 4
     'Bollocks!' says I.
 5
    'No - bullock.' says he.
 6
 
 
My Grannie swore blind:
 7
(God rest her soul)
 8
     That the black dog that lead her home was sent by God to see her safe.
 9
     I said nothing as she taught me how to light her B&H (Special Filter)
 10
     And make mouse trotting tea.
 11
 
 
My Grandfather swore blind:
 12
(I hope they are together now)
 13
     That when they - the Irish - moved in the street
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     A petition was taken to move them on
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     And when a Pakistani Doctor moved in 20 years later
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     The same petitioners at his front door
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     He gave chase and cursed 'My broom - your arse!'
 18
 
 
My Mother's Cousin swears blind:
 19
     When child laden abed in an English Winter ('56)
 20
     A West Indian man crept through the window
 21
     Without a word
 22
     And put coal on the fire where there was none.
 23
 
 
A bull of a black man on God's mission
 24
Still couldn't trust the front door.
 25
He has our thoughts - if not words.
 26

chiseller - child
bullock - a castrated young bull
mouse trotting - if a mouse could walk across the tea it was strong enough

19 Feb 07


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