I are a ‘apply little oyster,
just lurking in me shell.
lying on the ocean bed
suits me very well.
I don’t go far from where I are,
cos I am quite attached.
I lets me foughts go wandering
and as done since I ‘atched
.
No matter where they wander.
matter where they roam.
They don’t have far to look for me,
cos I’m a stay at home.
The oddest foughts go frough me head,
while safe beneaf the drink.
Cos when you can’t go very far,
you ‘as to sit and fink.
I wonder can a ‘addock sing?
or a codling ride a bike?
Are mussels ever muscle bound, ?
do crabs come out on strike?
I’m a native of these waters
that’s all I claim to be
a’appy little oyster
wot lives beneaf the sea
.
I think he must come from the Thames Estuary Ivor, as he has a cockney accent! ! ! ! This one is great, a wonderful write and it is going to my favourites list right now. Congrats. You are a pearl of a writer. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hahhaha awesome...and very sailor like british...or atleast my perception of what they should be...would that be 'cockney'? Your quite the poet Ivor