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B.R.M
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Rusty Broadspear
Scratched my back on the gate
Gate opened, so went through.
Well……Eeek… That’s what you're supposed to do.
Already miss Mum, ‘cos I’m thirsty,
Miss all my sisters and bruvs
And all the playing
Hugs ‘n’ Eeek loves.
Now I’m Eeek really scared!
Seen the Big Red Monster
Luckily he’s asleep.
Only wakes up when the man gets on his back.
Then you should see him,
He goes wild!!!! Eeek!! Eeek!! Eeek!!
Runs all over the field
Eeek Chopping down all that grows
And if th’aint anything growing
He digs in his big Eek claws
Gouging the earth.
But whatever he does,
The man never falls off.
Then the BRM gets tired
Goes to sleep
And Eeek the man gets off.
So now I am tippytoeing eek
So I don’t wake him,
Trouble is the mud is slippy slidey
And I Eek keep falling
And rolling on my back.
Eek good fun really ‘cept for the BRM.
The man brings us food and washes us
With a big Eek squirty snake Eek.
Can you believe it?
Just got off my back Eek again
Then fell on my face
Into a pile of food.
Yummy Eek Eek yummy
Gonna fill my tummy.
All very sour Eek bitter
But Crispy crunchy
And Ooooooh so very Eek Eek juicy!
And the bestest thing is
I don’t have to share
I can eat the scrummy Eek lot.
Aaaalll Eek gone
Feel tired
Checked on BRM and he’s still asleep.
Oh Eeeeek no!!
Got a bubbly tummy
Mummy said do the squirts
It stops the hurts.
So I have
Again and again and Eek again!!
Somebody coming, running!!
So I hide behind the BRM.
Hope it’s not the man
‘Cos then BRM’ll wake up!
Crouching, shaking, squirting and hurting
And, Oh NO! Eeeeek! - Now crying.
I hear snuffling, snorting
It can’t be
Surely not
Is it?
Squirt Eek hurt
I think it is
Please, please please let it Eek be
It is!! It is!! It is!! It Eek is!!
Mummy!! Mummy!! Mum Eeek my!!
Oh Eek mummy I Eek love you Eek.
And she kissed me
And kissed Eek me
And kissed me.
Then she let me have a good Eek warm drink.
Then she took me home
To sleep
With all my Eek sisters and Eek Bruvs,
But that was after
Lots of hugs and Eek luvs.
Night Night..................Eek.
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