ow much didya get? old bluey called in through the rainstreaked window in snoreful a haze it rained me a treat and it filled up me tin and it ain’t done that for plenty a days
the only moisture of recent was seen a dew and a sweat and a puddle of tears but down she came in buckets umpteen like she had to repay those calamitous years
now for the cows we can lay down some hay and rouse up some pay to stay out of the red yeah but ow much didya get? now bluey dismayed the kettle’s on blue! as we lied outa bed
well his glued on hat came off his shy head and we each had a cup of talkative tea boasting full grit of the good times ahead the edges and brinks where we’d most likely be
I took an old fence out yesterdy blue ya know those old posts that we cut in our prime would no longer hold the gate fro or to but it held the rain gauge for a measurable time
I was claspin the rain gauge in me hand blue as the two old rustridden screws popped out when suddenly my wife appeared in the hue hands waving to herald a half decent shout
a sheep’s got in with the calves in the truck! she screamed I drops me expendable tools and ran to help get the bloody thing off farms have the strictest emergency rules
yeah but how many millilitres! gunna tell me or not? ya mustna got much! bluey now in a rage in me rush blue the shed was as far as I got high and dry as its wont on the bench …. sits the gauge
