Nice to read them and more so when done in the accent...
Thanks to Sylv for this Poem which is by Bob Wollage, written in 1987...
GIDLONG WER' YOU BELONG
They up London be always down yer
Apickin our bestbed' an' drinkin' our beer
They cart back our mutton, an' some of our 'Spalls'
They tell them I buildin' a place called St Pauls
An' zome bin chasin' our women round too
They say un was wife O young 'Dilly Boo'
But Dilley and Tombo got out ther' girt slings
They blokes from up London, they took to ther' wings
What they didn't know - the ignorant lot
When flags up mast head - all Portlanders flock
wi' crowbars, bay leaves an' broomsticks as well
Tis like havin' an' army down from deepest Hell
When zome of they pebbles bounced off Salisbury spire
It landed they Londoners in the deep mire
They'd yer'd of Wold 'Nanny' when they was down yer
With Power to even put locals in fear
They swore when they got back, they'd never return
But zome of 'em managed a room Up Top Verne
Wer' they started ther' holidays way overseas
Wi' pickaxe an' shovel an' swarms of fierce fleas.
Bob Wollage.... 1987
R.I.P Bob.
I hope you like that as much as I did.... I thought it was a great one and sums up up quite well.
Thanks again Sylv.
Any thoughts? Any poems of your own?
