This poem/story is from a story of my father father told me a story his father , Jo, told him. Now keep in mind this story dates back over a 100 years ago. An occasional serious of story's/poems
His reputation known all over Leigh in Lancashire
Built for speed
For his running he was know all over town
One day he was challenge by a neighboring gang
To a race they reckoned th'd had a lad who were faster
Than Jo
Jo held a meeting with his gang , it were agreed to except
The challenge
It were decided to meet in the local park
The two gangs with their lasses to cheer on their lads
Jo told his lads '' put all our money t'ther lad , hear''
'' Aye, Jo we hear you , lad'' '' you hold the kitty , Arther , lad ''
The two lads now stood side by side , look each other in the eye
Jo had the glint of steel in his eye
The order to run was giving
Jo was soon in front the other lad was left far behind
Then Jo tripped , look as if he'd tripped over his own clogs , no trainers nor
Plimsolls then
The other lad soon caught up and passed the other lad
Jo got to his feet started to run but it were to late
The race were won but not by Jo
Jo walked towards his gang who look rather glum
Jo walked with a grin , a smirk to Arther with his cap held out
'' riet '' , said , Jo '' what thee wont , Jo? '' said a puzzled looking Arther
'' Why our winnings of course , Jo , were beginning to be to be a little
Concerned
'' But , Jo , you lost!'' said Arther
'' I told thee , Arther , ter put all the gangs money on t'ther lad!
'' But , Jo , I know thee had the beating of 'hm '' '' So I put all our money
on you''
''Thee what! '' , '' thee daft boger!'' , '' Why did yer think I TOLD THEE TO
PUTT ALL BETS ON 'HIM!'' , '' WHY DO YOU RECON I FELL OVER!''
The rest of the conversation is lost in the mist's of history
All that can be gathered , Jo were not a happy chappy!
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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GRANDDAD JO HIS GANG DAY'S (PART1)
Granddad Jo were a runner built like whippetHis reputation known all over Leigh in Lancashire
Built for speed
For his running he was know all over town
One day he was challenge by a neighboring gang
To a race they reckoned th'd had a lad who were faster
Than Jo
Jo held a meeting with his gang , it were agreed to except
The challenge
It were decided to meet in the local park
The two gangs with their lasses to cheer on their lads
Jo told his lads '' put all our money t'ther lad , hear''
'' Aye, Jo we hear you , lad'' '' you hold the kitty , Arther , lad ''
The two lads now stood side by side , look each other in the eye
Jo had the glint of steel in his eye
The order to run was giving
Jo was soon in front the other lad was left far behind
Then Jo tripped , look as if he'd tripped over his own clogs , no trainers nor
Plimsolls then
The other lad soon caught up and passed the other lad
Jo got to his feet started to run but it were to late
The race were won but not by Jo
Jo walked towards his gang who look rather glum
Jo walked with a grin , a smirk to Arther with his cap held out
'' riet '' , said , Jo '' what thee wont , Jo? '' said a puzzled looking Arther
'' Why our winnings of course , Jo , were beginning to be to be a little
Concerned
'' But , Jo , you lost!'' said Arther
'' I told thee , Arther , ter put all the gangs money on t'ther lad!
'' But , Jo , I know thee had the beating of 'hm '' '' So I put all our money
on you''
''Thee what! '' , '' thee daft boger!'' , '' Why did yer think I TOLD THEE TO
PUTT ALL BETS ON 'HIM!'' , '' WHY DO YOU RECON I FELL OVER!''
The rest of the conversation is lost in the mist's of history
All that can be gathered , Jo were not a happy chappy!
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 499 times
Written on 2011-01-13 at 21:15
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