Tabitha Tootle
Tabitha Tootle
Was no beauty queen
All spots and big muscles
She was ugly and mean
But she loved tiny children
If you know what I mean
All the bullies were frightened
Together they hid
As she walked down the street
With an old dustbin lid
All you children are safe
So don’t worry or care
No bully will tease
Or put gum in your hair
Tabitha Tootle
Was undoubtedly
Ugly and mean
Only six and a half
But she kept the streets clean
From bad boys and bullies
If you know what I mean
Good old Tabitha Tootle
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Originally penned for my daughter many, many years ago.....
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A veritable hero that little Tabitha - should imagine this poem brought great grins to your listening daughter back then Nev. - it certainly did it for me.
most kind & bloomin big thank you's Fay...
Should I meet her, now she's grown up?! lol. Will she scweam and scweam, or is that someone else?
Nah she wont scream... that is someone else .. she is busy working in surgery today but I shall pass ya details on when she knocks off ... best keep wrapped up for the foreseeable though just in case she decides to surgically de-tail ya.... Neville 🙂
Neville,
I say a big hooray and I applaud ‘Tabitha Tootle’! Blessed are they who have a ‘Tabitha Tootle’ to keep
‘the streets clean From bad boys and bullies’...
and YES, I do know what you mean!
Happy belated Father’s Day!
Laura🌻
Hello & thank you Laura... I sincerely hope you are both safe and well... and an extra big thank you for those Fathers day comments... so much appreciated & true
Neville 🙂
Tabitha Tootle are the ones that make the best of friends.
Nicely penned my friend - publish it
Too kind Suresh .. but I like it... Cheers
Neville
Protection of children is so important so I am grateful for Tabitha looking after them.
Good fun write Neville.
Andy
Thanks Andy
Neville
aha dear young Tabitha Tootle whack, the stalwart from Bootle.
No fear of yer heartstrings being twanged on departings.
Just a sigh of 'ooh neck' as she throttles ya neck.
Love to read a bit of well composed fun.
Tis nigh on thirty years young this little scribble DA... not that ya late by the way, after all twaz only posted the other day... am struggling with juggling Covid19 on call and my muse has decided to abandon me... again.. I really need a holiday... Thanking you muchly my friend.
Neville
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