Grandpa Les

Uncle Les My step grandfather was uncle Les, Gun shearer of wooly sheep, he was, Travelled the country, yes I says, and at crutching, He was beaut, false teeth of gold his mouth did hold, just me funeral expenses, He never seemed to get too old, The gold the shiny dentures? He hated scabs who under cut, The wage of other shearers, He tried to run one down in Bourke Wife Tuppy almost had a seizure. Les wanted his ashes scattered, over the river Barwon, daughter Pat flew there, did just that, at Mungindi, the darling. 31-july-11 GOT SECOND PLACE IN THE COMPETITION Memories of Grandma or Grandpa or Both Sponsored by: Carol Brown