these are in dialect, so you probably won't understand them very well if you're not from around yorkshire
funny if yo knaw t' context aw writ it in. t'title's a pun.
Hellfire an brimstoän.
Mak us damn torment end.
Moor time here we can’t bear to spend.
Aw hate this place, aw shan’t lee
Wi t’ stress aw’m in, aw’m baan to dee.
Hart attack or stroak i mi heäd;
Aw’ll have moor peäce when aw’m chuffin deäd!
| Fower for feedin, | fower for gooin; |
| A pair to point, | a pair at sees; |
| Reight at t' rear | hings a roäp. |
Naa tha mun name it.
aw had to mek a poem or drawin as a "explainin yor personality" activity.
A’m proper chuffin knackered;
A want to go to bed.
A’ve bin axed to write a poem,
So tell me, haa guid’s what a’ve med?
A’m fealin so boared, aw can’t think straight,
An please dun’t tell me that aw can’t talk reight.
This poem they have me writin;
A’ve barely writ one i mi life
But let’s just have a go at it
An see if a’ll mek owght nice.