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Poems by Edwin Bottomley

IN PRAISE OF BUMS click if you need a  translation

'Ah'v pray-azed thi smile, aht leets thi face
when tharz bin evvin fun.
Ah'v pray-azed thi 'air, sa smooth, sa neet,
but -- ah'v nivva pray-azed - thi Bum.
Nah, int it strange, of all the bits
that's blossomed, bloo-o-o-med, n flowered,
ah'v nivva pray-azed thi Bum at all,
an baht-it, tha'd fall ower.
Wi nivva mention Bums at all,
tha're somehow a disgrace,
but whi thi buzzum facing't front,
bah't Bum, tha's on thi face.
So, 'ello Bum, thi birthdays 'ere,
cum on, ev sum fun,
Sing out whi joy, rejoice, rejoice,
shout 'Appy bithday Bum.

by E Bottomley
Past resident of Silsden, West Yorkshire

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