Cunning Fiend from Oeaut West (at 142.59.95.14) wrote on March 30, 2001, 19:45:
Oo's this 'ere David oo's garrawl t'gurls'
'Earts saw a-flutta wi' glee?
'E moos be reet speshul -- naw doubt baht that --
Theh nevva mehke t'foos awva me!
Burrangun theer! Aye, t'nehme rings a bell --
Is it David 'oo used t' cum 'ere
Wi' t'repawts un t'wevver in owd London toeawn,
Is it 'im, 'im frum Ladbrokes? Aw dear!
Ah rememba thi noeaw, lad! Well, 'ow asta bin
Sin t'tihme tha las' shawd thi fehce?
That weer sum tihme back -- a yur, appun moor --
That tha disappeared, aye, wi'oeaut trehce!
Ah doan't offun cum 'ere missen enny moor
Saw Ah've lost tutch wi' moast uv 'em 'ere,
But t'smawnin' Ah thawt "Lad, best avva luke
'N' see if tha knaws enny theer."
'N' Ah did -- Ah saw Tvor 'n' Christine fer two;
N' ba 'eck, theer's Dehle doeawn belaw!
Ah thawt tha'd deed lass (Ah'm glad that tha's not!)
Burrah doan't see naw trehce uv Yung Flaw!
Saw enny'ow, David, Ah'm reet pleased t' see
That tha's still pawstin' wunce in t'wihle
'N' Ah'd joos lihke t' seh "Welcum back, lad!
Tha's mehde awl t'lasses 'ere smihle!
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