Lizzie Treetop Poet Rhyme

Samantha and the Silver Tailed Don Juan

Samantha gave her Daddy a disdainful look
He’s been out again with that ripper old chook
He’s been acting all gaga, the silly old fool
Isn’t it disgusting the way that men drool
Well maybe the oldies, ain’t’ got that long
So he’s having a naughty and singing his song
Dating the sheilas they forget all about you
Taking em roses, strewth what a hullabaloo
Courting with tinnies or a plonk or two
Hitting on the good sort and lying to you
Saying your precious his own special cat
Then sneaking out to dinner, like a real dingbat
Forgetting me and his daughter the writing nerd
Wonder if today from that Yanks she’s heard
Then she’ll get a call in the middle of the night
Disturbing my slumbers …so why don’t he WRITE
Samantha she say’s “I’ll take care of you”
A quid in the pocket, she’ll soon flit through
So who’s gonna love me…well maybe that dame
Anna Banana… Holy-dooly!.. I’ve forgotten the name
She gave me a pat and whispered real sweet
Probably wants my blessing and a share of my meat
Whiskers she can’t have, nor the couch or the chair
Why are there other women? Cripes life’s unfair!  


Ripper: term of approval
Chook; slang for a woman
Naughty: sex
Strewth: Exclamation of surprise
Plonk: wine
Good sort: attractive woman
Dingbat: slightly mad
Quid: two dollars
Holy- dooly: An exclamation of surprise
Whiskers: Tin cat food
Cripes: Swearing slang

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Don Johnson January 18, 2012 at 3:49 AM o 4 1 naughty the old boy did say, thinking about sex, before she wandered away, but he missed out that night , forever and aye....oh for one naughty, no never that way....

Elizabeth Wesley December 1, 2011 at 6:14 AM Whoa! moves so fast I had to read 3 times. Daddy done bin a bad boy; too bad the daughter knew. You're a great story teller Lizzie, although it was fun it had a sad note to it.

Don Johnson November 28, 2011 at 9:41 PM quid = 2 dollars= a pound ... i'll have to start taking note of the slang so I can keep up hehe.... great poem here Lizzie....

Tony Lane November 27, 2011 at 5:51 AM Thank you for the dictionary. I'm getting better at Aussie since reading both you and Don but I still need help.

Gwendolen Song November 27, 2011 at 12:55 AM Holy Dooly, Lizzie~this is one WITTY write..on the edge of my chair...must have some scoopies on how this originated...(altho I do have a feelin",....ha ha. You put a lot of elbow grease into this poem...it is so well put together....just like everything u do..top notch. xxxxx, Gwendolen