W'at a t'do
By J. E. Tyler "Wat bloomin' weather, oim fed upa rain,
Wunt th'sun ever shine agen?
Bin note but rain fer almost a week,
On topa that air roof's gotta leak.
But that ent note t'wat 'appened tother night,
Air kid went missin' an' gi' us a fright.
Ee snuck art after ee wenta bed,
Nota word t'me, or ol' man ee sez,
'Ow ee got art oi dunno, th' tike,
Ee also got olda 'is blimin bike.
Oi looked in 'is room w'en oi wenta bed,
'Ere quick, ee's gorn, t' the' ol' man oi sez.
We looked all uver 'n in artside lavy.
Th' ol' man wus shout'n, ee wus frit y'savy,
Ee tore orf up road, an got ona phone,
T' copshop come 'n banged on air door.
Sez 'as ee ever cleared orf afore,
Sez 'is friend's missin', dya know Paul?
'Is mum's gotta voice like Barnum's bull,
Allus yellin', 'n' shoutin', she enalf loud,
Oi ent loike that gel, oim a bit t'proud.
Anyway gal, they find 'em at Weekley,
Sez ees bin t'see stone moses run
Ol' man sed, oid a tuk ya in y'd arsked son.
Sez they got t'field 'n' waited a bit,
Then jus afore midnight they both got frit.
They wus foun' by a copper on 'is bike,
Ee told um, yu kent run orf jus as yer like,
Left ol' man t'punish 'im, ee sed boy, you tek 'eed,
Fer comin' two weeks you ent gooing Wicksteeds,
Air yungun roared 'is eyes art, fer every weekend,
Ee's up at Wickies, wi' a gang o' is friends.
Oi kent think ow oid manage wi'out that park,
Keeps 'im art me 'air, an ees 'appy asa lark.
Oi ent lookin' for'ard t' next two weeks,
Wi 'im mopein' 'round 'ouse givin' me cheek.
Well, m'duck, sbin nice t'seeya agen,
'Ope next time we meet it dawnt blimin' rain" |
