Words Of An Old Man Poem by soren Barrett

Looks like its's gonna pour, paint peels ya might wanna close dat door
Der's a draft, did ya ear? Somethin's queer, think the wind laughed
Ah never mind, wisht ah could unwind dis button thread, pay na attention ta what ah said
Let's have somethin ta eat come on put up yer feet, nutin like biscuits an gravy yer brother just got back from the navy. Dead ya said? Naw Ma an Jack are nappin out back. Could ya close dat door?