Furrners Poem by John Bliven Morin

I met a feller today who
Talked like some of them
Old movie bad guys
Like Jams Mason.
“Whar air you frum, ”
I ast polite as I cud.
“I am frum Eng Land, ”
He sed, thout nairy smil.
“Than why in hell dont you
Speak Eng lish? ” I ast.
You shud of heered all
The hootin an laffin
Frum tother folks
Whut was thar.
I onest met a feller
Al the way frum Clev Land
Who talked bettern him
An I recken he wus rased
Spekin Clevish.

Copyright (C) 2003, John Bliven Morin,
writing as Hardin Post