Thanks to Wikipedia another insight into why I sound so strange … really, it is still English … just
A Yorkshire Poem
There’s niver nowt, but-what there’s summat.
And when-there’s summat, it’s-offen nowt.
And them-that allus’ thinks they’re-summat,
‘as-nearly allus-risen fray-nowt.
It’s no-use sittin-an-waitin’ for summat,
‘Cos more-offen, it’ nobbut’ ends-wi’nowt.
An’ come to-think on-it’, these lines I’ve penned,
Are-myst-lee summat’ abart-nowt
Translated:
There is never nothing, but there is always something.
And when there is something, it is often nothing.
And those that think they are something special,
have nearly always come from nothing.
It’s of no use waiting for something,
because more often than not, it ends with nothing.
And if I think about it, these lines I have penned/written
are mostly something about nothing.
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Are ye sayin this is wot ye sound like then? Are ye sayin’ ye might be a bit difficult too understand are ye? ah don’t see a problem then mate. ah’ll just pretend as if ye were Penfold then.
I sound like this now but won’t do for much longer :O)
And ya’ll wonder why America revolted.
Not really, I would have revolted too ;O)
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