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Whit’th In’t Winter

Ee there lad,
Addle a grasp,
Pull yorsel together.
Aint nowt worse,
‘n a marrdy brat,
As what can’t andle t’weather.
A bit o’ cowd,
N’er did no ‘arm,
Minus five‘s likn barmy Spring day.
Ten foot o’ snow,
T’were norm in meh youth,
An’ y’d never hear nowt o’ this bray.
So stop all yer bawlin’,
An’ put on yer cap,
This frettin is mekin me vexed.
N’ if yer still chilled,
Then speak t’ yer ma,
N’ shil knit yer some warm under-cecks.
 

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Jackie Phillips

Thu 5th Feb 2015 21:39

Thanks guys :-D

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 5th Feb 2015 15:11

Enjoyed the use of dialect to set the tone.
Anyone who remembers the winter of 63 will surely
identify with the content. It really was a bad
one - lasting for weeks on end. My rural family home saw the local roads and lanes full of snow and impassable. A Youtube video about it can be
found online. Brrr!!!

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Dave D Poet Rhumour

Wed 4th Feb 2015 19:28

Ten foot o' snow? T'were 15 ft in Yorkshire... ;)
Great fun! Best wishes, Dave

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