Poem -
Nae dinner again.
Nae dinner again
ah heard my ma saying.
wat am ah gonna gee
the blimmin wains.
were starving ma
the wains wis say,
shut yer mouths ave been
trying to tap aw day.
then in it stoats ,
all drunk and insane
dusny even care about
stait eh his wains.
ma maw she's gone mental
shouting we'res ma dosh,
don't u even care yah bass
they wains have had nae nosh
all slumped in his chair
he's drunk and Disney care
an wen he wakes up
he'll even want mare.
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Comments
Glasgow I take it?
Love reading the dialect. Great write
Nigel
Yes Nigel glasgow
Hi Rosina.
I thought so. Love the dialect and you portray it wonderfully. Sad write though, I hope it is an imagined situation. Wonderful to hear the voice. Unfortunately I sound like a middle classed Englishman 'cos, um, I'm a middle classed Englishman. Sorry.
Welcome to Cosmofunnell,
Nigel.
Wrote this wen I was a child growing up in glasgow during the 70s lot poverty due to shipyards takeover in clyde.
Rosina, I lived in Grangemouth in early 1970. (On my mothers side I am a McAlpine and that is the side of the family I have pride in). Then, after only a brief time in Scotland, my inconsiderate parents took me to the safe, suburban security of south east England.
Thinking of this poem with the 1970's edge to it I am even more blown away. Fantastic ink.
Nigel.
Thanks for lovely comments everyone x