Th’ Nicht We Shite th’ Bath
Posted By Randy on April 10, 2015
Taking me back to my earlier piece called Great Pith an’ Moment, today’s poem was also inspired by actual events that played out in their dark drama only the nicht … eh night … before last. While this sort of thing has been anticipated for quite a spell, it has only just happened, to a Father and his wee lad all of 19 months in age.
A shower ensued, for all involved.
Th’ Nicht We Shite th’ Bath
By LFM
Wee Viktor was a shiter,
An’ a shiter’s what ‘e was.
‘E’d shite fer reasons usual,
An’ sometimes, just because.
T’was just last nicht, in bath ‘e was
An’ Father pulled the plug,
‘Is wee bum spoke a bubblin’ fart –
Th’ drain a mournful glug.
An’ so it came to pass th’ lad,
Tho’ rescued from th’ goo,
Was found transformed from freshie fresh
To smellin’ like the loo.
A Father's love … no deed to great or wee,rewarded with a hug.
pure artistry; and if you continue to commemorate the growing pains of your bairn, it will some day be a treasure to share with his future girlfriend to embarrass him more than a photo of a nude pose on a bearskin rug.
Thank you Jay. And funny you should bring the matter of embarrassment up because Mrs. LFM and I were just talking about that a couple of days ago. Girlfriends aside, going forward there is always the potential for less than good natured ridicule from school mates and acquaintances of the sort that might incite expression on the part of our bairn of some of the more vile corrective measures I intend to teach him. So, there will no doubt come a day when some of this chronicle will disappear from public view, and become available only to those on "the list" as we call it.