Where Me Words Com From
By Grannyrosie
WHERE ME WORDS COM FROM I finely worked it outcha know, 'Ow com me words drorp orf me pen. See! Wot did I tell ya? It’s ‘appenin again. I kinda fort I musta bin, Sum kinda flumin freak. But, I worked it art va over day, In va middle orv last week. I woz packin up me treasures, So nuffin cood evva break. Wiv towels, and sheets orv newspaper, When ya packin, ya carnt afford a mistake. All me crockery, glass and crystal, Wrapped up so snug an tite, Wiv towels, an sheets a newspapa, It were given me an awful frite. Woz then I noticed me fingas, Every one, including me fumb. Tried to wash the bleedin stuff orf. Da ya reckon it wood com? Not arf! It were there forever. But, at least, it solves tha mistery, All thet bleedin newsprint left be’ind, That’s were me words all be. I bin packin an movin fa years now, But I nevva twigged before, Every bleedin word I ever writ, ‘As all been writ before. Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 22 2001 07:48 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 14
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