Poetry 2

Who Dun It?
When me Prayers were poorly said,
Who tucked me in me widdle bed?
And spanked me till me arse was wed,
Me Mudder.
Who took me from me cozy cot?
And, put me on the ice cold pot,
And made me pee if I could not,
Me mudder.
And when the morning light would come,
And in me crib me dribbled some,
Who wiped me tiny widdle bum,
Me Mudder.
Who would me hair so neatly part?
And hug me gently to her heart,
Who sometimes squeezed me till me fart,
Me Mudder.
Who looked at me with eyebrows knit?
And nearly have a king size fit,
When in me Sunday pants me shit,
Me Mudder.
When at night her bed did squeak,
Me raised me head to have a peek,
Who yelled at me to go to sleep?
Me Farver …

Courtesy of Mrs. Dorothy Bratt