Rusty Wren

Posted April 11th, 2011 in Audio, Blogs, Poetry by briansellars

wrens

 

 

 

 

Thi reight tichy are wrens, Robins are bigger.
But thiv moor ‘eart and pluck in their diminutive figure.
Thi sing reight loud, a beautiful song.
It’s all trills n wobbles and just bubbles along.
Thi flit past thee eyes, like rusty red fairies,
As thi ‘unt in the bushes for insects and berries.

Thi build nests all o’er, like downy soft purses.
And lay eggs six or seven, which the little hen nurses.
The cock’s a bit naughty he’s a bit of a lad.
He has nests all o’er, with hens that he’s had.
He does it to mek sure that his genes live on.
He int faithful to his missus, like the regal white swan.

Winter kills lots on ‘em, thi so tichy tha sees.
Thi fall dee-ad and frozen, from frost covered trees.
Thi reight tichy are wrens, but with hearts like giants.
I’d mek ‘em British bird not eagles nor robins reliant.
Thi worra wren on a farthing when I were a lad.
Wren farthings still seem like the most cash I ever had.

Our Betty

Posted April 10th, 2011 in Blogs, Poetry by admin
Has tha seen our Betty?
She’s got my mam’s shoes on.
She’s fell o’er in our netty,
And ran clomping off in ‘em.
She’s reight dreamy is our Betty
En a bit snotty round her noo-az.
Shiz all ass gerrin dressed up,
In me mam’s best cloo-as.
She dreams o’ queens and princes.
She gizzem nowt in cups.
She wears berry juice for lipstick ,
And sings to cats and pups.
Oh shiz a dreamer reight enough,
That stands aaht a mile.
She wants all world happy
En fly blown kids to smile.
I love our little Betty,
Her hearts as big as bread.
She’ll go to Africa one day,
She’ll make sure them kids get fed.