No one likes change, you get used to things as they are! My friend Marie had a car, it was old and didn’t always run! I wrote her a poem in Cumbrian dialect (as that’s where she’s from) on the day she got the bad news that she’d have to buy I new car.
Engineittus.
Its gitten engineittus!
Its stopped just to spite us.
Plugs don’t wark
Thas na vital spark
En’t breaks shot ta hell
Exausts gan as well
Bloody thing want ga –
Why? I don’t na
Now it used ta run grand
Though every bits second and.
But naw am startin to panic
Since it went to yon macanic!
Now the gears are all shot
Thas just one thing we got
Thast four warking lights
Even then that’s not rite
Thes blinkin en fizzin
When ont road shud be whizzin!
But that yon macanic should na!
If he knew is arse from is elbaw!
But he ses its ta ald
Buy a new yan as tald
So al stick at me thumb
Waiten for a car ta come
Then al git me a lift
Till this car a can shift
Then its back ta tha shop,
Cas the bliddy things stopped!
just walking 