It's definitely
A bollick
When Mum gets that carbolic
To wash my mouth out.
What did I shout?
Can't I just have a clout!
That swear word
She overheard!
So my fate,
Mate,
That verbollick
Will be treated
With metered
Carbolic......soap,
I hope!
Coughing bubbles. Was this a daily occurence or only just at times? Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fairy is my favourite, George. It tastes foul but you can always depend on it to make your hands feel soft. Fran xxx