On holiday in Blackburn Lancashire,
and my name is D. Darbyshire.
I took a Double-Decker bus from the infirmary,
to the center of town, I sat upstairs.
This was my first time in England,
so I was a bit of a green horn.
The ticket lady came by and said to me:
Were are you going 'love'? , ticket 'love', change ' love'.
Well I was shocked, this lady who I didn't even know,
was totally in 'love' with me, as far as I could make out.
But this was not true, she was not in 'love' with me,
It's that in Lancs. there all warm and talk like that you see.
Right Love! , Chuffed to know ya Love! , Ok Love! , Bye Love.
Dave, that's cute and it's true; some of us love being called love and some of us find it enormously irritating (guess which camp I fall into) . Funny, and well-written! t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i am not suprised Dave love that everybody loves you love...love...nalini