who woulda winked’n’nod it?
I barely Adam and Eve it!
we might’n’t have bee’s and honey
or think on it much righ’ now
might not make an Oxford scholar
but we never bull and cow
your lovely mince pies
me flowing Barnet fair
grab me weasel and stoat
and me Khyber pass along the way
tell those daffadown dilly Hampton Wicks
you’ll be back for good one day
we must use our crusts of bread
butcher’s hook to the future
rabbit and pork abou’ it later this fall
writing this poem took cobbler’s Awls….