Norwegian Farmer’s Son…April 1st

April 1st…“WHEN YOU WERE A LITTLE BOY, WERE SOME WORDS MORE DIFFICULT TO SAY THAN OTHERS?”

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Little Elliott had a number of words that stumbled out of his mouth.

POEM – “Thertan Werds” by N. Elliott Noorlun

When I wuth jutht, A widdo kid,

I twide to thpeek, Like udders did.

But thertan werds, Jutht nebber came,

Ands when day laffed, I jutht felt lame.

I pwayed a tigar, That hed thixth stwings,

And when it camed, Tew farmin’ tings,

Daddy hauled dat thtuff, From outta dah cow,

Wit big “nur predder”, Peeyoo and how.

Big’um werds, Nebber were my ting,

When me’s was widdo, Upon my thwing!! 😉

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