Friday, 7 February 2014

Arrival of the Coals

Arrival uh’ Cools

Mum would shairt!
Count them bags of cool
They’re putting down shoot lad!
And mek sure tha hears ten,
So I stopped all and counted,
One, two, three and moor,
Until a raiched ten.
So conscientious was I,
Tho life depended on it.

Reet again for another month.

( 3rd Dec 2011)