Chelp

 

So

Like

He did everything backards-road round

Put on his coit

And pulled his hat on his eead

Washed his face wi’a wet dish-claht

 

And I’m like Whatever

 

Kids were art laiking

Mucking abart

Ran off darn a ginnel

 

Roobub pie

Waiting back at home

 

Some spice afore then

A ha’porth’a Spanish

Wash it darn

Wi’a sup er watter

 

Ovver yonder

A black clock rushed

From’t depth ‘ot coil-‘oil

 

I mean

What the actual fuck

 

The lasses were callin

Having a natter

Wi’t bairns at their apron strings

Reet slags

 

There were a feyt down at chip-oil

Bob brayed a reet clever-clogs full er chelp

Then got ‘art his brass and paid ‘im an hap-orth

 

Brought ‘em home

All hot’n’golden

 

Well

T’chips got etten

I can tell yer

 

Reet

Supp up

I’ll sithee next week

Tarra