Them Stamp Lickers

How about them stamp lickers, ain't they champs?
Drool, slurp, slobber, lickin' them stamps.
Lickin' them green stamps, lickin' them blue,
Lickin' that paper, eatin' that glue.
Look at them stamp lickers, ain't they gung ho?
Lickin' them thrift stamps with they tongue-o,
Them lollygoggle stamp lickers, ain't they a rage?
Stickin' them licky-stamps on that page.
How to be a stamp licker? Don't need a ticket.
Get a stamp or two, juice up and lick it!



Them Lunch Toters

How about them lunch toters, ain't they a bunch?
Goin' off to work a-totin' they lunch.
Totin' them vittles, totin' that chow.
Eatin' it later, totin' it now.
Look at them lunch toters. Ain't they funny?
Some use a paper sack, some use a gunny.
Them food-frugal lunch toters, ain't they wise?
Totin' they lunch made by they wives.
How to be a lunch toter? If I may emote it,
Gitchy wife to fix it. Go to work and tote it.

These are two of M. Williams' "Them Poems" mutilated by my own folk process. If you are familiar with the "talkin' blues" style of Woody Guthrie and others, that is the basic musical background for these tunes. You learn one tune and you've learned them all. Oh yes, even as I speak one more comes to me.

Them H'or Dourvers (sp?)

How 'bout them H'or Dourvers ain't they sweet?
Little piece of cheese, little piece of meat. THE END