A moment on the hips, a lifetime on the lips. <br /> <br />I met old Billy, atop Dougan's Brae <br />And tales he would tell, how things were in his day <br />The view from the top showed the whole of his world <br />As he pointed and spoke, then his story unfurled. <br /> <br />'Will ye look to the fields, here afore us they lay <br />where I sewed and I reaped, where we bundled the hay <br />I worked hard for each farmer, for a pittance of pay <br />But they don't call me Billy the Farm lad today. <br /> <br />And beyond, see the houses. The council estate <br />Where I worked for ten years as a bricklayer's mate. <br />A hard life of graft, where we had to Kow Tow <br />Still they don't call me Billy the Builder's lad now. <br /> <br />Now look there, the great shipyards where Liners we built <br />As a caulker and welder, my blood there was spilt. <br />The fairest and finest of ships you would see there <br />But they don't call me Billy the Boat builder either. <br /> <br />All these glorious jobs have I done in my time. <br />To most working lads, a career so sublime <br />These names one and all, you would be proud to keep <br />But trust me to go, and shag one bloody sheep. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Note: Yet another old fav joke set to rhyme.<br /><br />Dan Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moment-on-the-hips-a-lifetime-on-the-lips/
