The Red Wheelbarrow
(it seems to be my lot in life to improve the inadequate)
I’m being followed by a wheelbarrow
Wheelbarrow, wheelbarrow.
Pulling my chickens in a wheelbarrow,
Wheelbarrow, wheelbarrow.
And if tha wond’rin’ “Is it red?”
Please thissen. I’ve not said.
And if you tha wond’rin’ “Is it red?”
Thou’ll have to imagine for thissen;
It’s all inside thi ‘ead.
I’m being followed….
And if tha thinks it’s got two wheels
Say, one that’s free and one that squeals,
And it tha thinks it’s got two wheels
It’s up to thissen to please thissen
And please thissen what tha feels.
I’m being followed…
And is it a slow un or else a quick un?
Depends on if it got some bricks in
And is it a slow un or else a quick un?
It’s certainly slower when it’s bricks in
But quickens if it’s just chickens.
Aye, t’builders bricks are heavy
But chickens ‘s dead light
T’bricks are sort o’ reddy
While t’chickens they are white.
I’m being followed by a wheelbarrow
Wheelbarrow, wheelbarrow.
Pulling my chickens in a wheelbarrow,
Wheelbarrow, wheelbarrow.
Fkx
Sat 5th Jan 2013 21:38
Officially intrigued. You are correct, there is much more to this poem even after all the explanation and discussion. It may and will take several readings and musings for myself to get there. And ha, it will be a poem to revisit from time to time. And for that I have you to "blame" thank.