This is a story-poem. A figment of my imagination. Enjoy! Set in about 1912 or there about's.
Other well unfortunately fer me!
We grew up wif each other
Nippers to older in years
Now as kids we liked to fly kites
Me , I was kind of proper skinny
Me chums called me shrimp
As I woz so skinny you see
It woz said they'd seen fatter shrimps!
The nick stuck!
Well one day we were at Gorge the five park
I 'ad me kite wif me , me old man had knocked it up
Brown paper , horse glued that stank that glue did , wot a pong!
Sticks and string , me old mum , she'd Attached some paper bows on me kites tail
Aint mums embarrassing! , still could of been worse , them bows could of been blue!
Yes I said blue , woz the other way round back then!
Well , the wind woz blowing , not to bad , just right , defanet , kite weather!
All woz going well , me and me chums having proper fun like
I had hold of the string , look up at me kite , it woz flying high , and getting higher
Then the wind got up! , lifted me off the ground , up , up I went!
Me chums , had lost their grips , I fink there did that deliberately! Bloody sods!
I woz heading out to sea! , by now I woz worrying , somewhat! Wouldn't you Be?
Luckily , I got snagged on a tree , an old boy wif his lady came by
He looked up , with big gin , and asked if I was all right , yes , '' sir thank you sir ''
Well he was a toff
He and old lady grabbed me ankle's , and pulled me down to stand on the ground
I thanked the gentleman and his lady wife
Me chums had rolling on the grass , giggling like girls , like
Me kite stuck up in the tree , to remain there fore a while
Well I was back on the ground , me unplanned trip to France across the sea
No longer on the cards , but only postponed! we made our way home to get out Tea
From that day me sods of chums called me Kite Man , or just plain Kite!
I never lived it down , that day at Gorge the five!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2014-07-05 at 12:27
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UP UP AND A WAY!
Me and me chums , know eachOther well unfortunately fer me!
We grew up wif each other
Nippers to older in years
Now as kids we liked to fly kites
Me , I was kind of proper skinny
Me chums called me shrimp
As I woz so skinny you see
It woz said they'd seen fatter shrimps!
The nick stuck!
Well one day we were at Gorge the five park
I 'ad me kite wif me , me old man had knocked it up
Brown paper , horse glued that stank that glue did , wot a pong!
Sticks and string , me old mum , she'd Attached some paper bows on me kites tail
Aint mums embarrassing! , still could of been worse , them bows could of been blue!
Yes I said blue , woz the other way round back then!
Well , the wind woz blowing , not to bad , just right , defanet , kite weather!
All woz going well , me and me chums having proper fun like
I had hold of the string , look up at me kite , it woz flying high , and getting higher
Then the wind got up! , lifted me off the ground , up , up I went!
Me chums , had lost their grips , I fink there did that deliberately! Bloody sods!
I woz heading out to sea! , by now I woz worrying , somewhat! Wouldn't you Be?
Luckily , I got snagged on a tree , an old boy wif his lady came by
He looked up , with big gin , and asked if I was all right , yes , '' sir thank you sir ''
Well he was a toff
He and old lady grabbed me ankle's , and pulled me down to stand on the ground
I thanked the gentleman and his lady wife
Me chums had rolling on the grass , giggling like girls , like
Me kite stuck up in the tree , to remain there fore a while
Well I was back on the ground , me unplanned trip to France across the sea
No longer on the cards , but only postponed! we made our way home to get out Tea
From that day me sods of chums called me Kite Man , or just plain Kite!
I never lived it down , that day at Gorge the five!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 638 times
Written on 2014-07-05 at 12:27
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