NaPoWriMo day twenty five. Poem number twenty five is a Black Country/ Brummie version of poem number 24, it’s called New Babby. For my readers and followers outside of the UK, a Brummie is someone who comes from Birmingham and the Black Country is an area to the North West of Birmingham so called because it was once very heavily industrialised. We have very similar and unique dialects. Here it is, enjoy…
New Babby
Our Cheryl’s ‘ad a babby
A right bugger ‘e is too
‘e screams day and night
until ‘is face is big and blue.
Our Dad went up the wall
said he’d throw her out
when she sat ‘im down and told ‘im
that she was up the spout.
The lad who was responsible
legged it the same day
so Dad was left with Cheryl
and a babby on the way.
Still now that he’s born
we’ve grown to like the little sprog
Cheryl’s called ‘im Tyson
after Dad’s favourite dog.
This ones Bostin – yams very clever
“Thanks Bab,” she says ironically