Thursday, 11 April 2013

Ecky Thump

Eigh up.  There's nowt quite like a theme to set yer sailin' on them waves o' knowin'.  Fer as yer may 'ave spotted, we're harpin' on abaht t'past reet neaw.  Task'd wi cunjurin' up pomes fer t'gala at Poulton in June, us Lanky bards 'ave bin gawpin' inter t'lugs o' hist'ry 'n' wundrin' wot it's all abaht. 

Wi fettlin' in mind, here's sum new-fangled links ter portals o' knowin:



It's wi grand expectashuns that ah'll be waitin' a't'lib'ry on Saturday, ter mek sum verses wi sum bardish folks.  Theer's nowt as gud as pomes.

The Skippool Lass

"Thas bin t'untherside o'th'ward 
'n' cram'd yer brig wi' booze fer brass 
Yer jiggered, spittin' feathers,
Cup o' tae 'n' parkin's all yer ask

Sum pepper'd leaves o' scurvy grass
'll ease yer warch 'n'calm yer chops
Ah tek 'em ev'ry day mi'sel
Ah've nowt thas ailin', swear ti God.

Don't mind th'alarm from yonder marsh
'Tis just yer godwit's chunner heawr
Thum pirate teal's 'ave shook 'em oop
Gone traipsin' all abaht thur heause

Wi' Sun descendin' mighty quick
Led's mizzle fer yon ale heause 
Yer kindred's took ter purring leawd
So's best yer not traipsin' abaht."



Colin Davies said...

by'eck lass that is a reet fair verse


Lisa McFleeca said...

Jesus - I needed a pint in hand to read that - in fact that's a damned good idea.. ahm of t't pub ter get mi'sel a jar o't good stuff.

But I love the poem - it's fab :-)
L xx

Ashley R Lister said...

I can't wait to hear you read that one.


vicky ellis said...

The trick is rememb'rin' to talk proper like agen.