Yard Talk-2 Poem by Buxton Shippy

Cut the jelly let the water run out;
It's always hot a yard
But Summer-time hotta.
Regular wata can't quench this thirst;
Ordinary food can't touch this hunger.
So, give me jelly
Let me take abite.

Hey Benji,
Lets go down a gravel road,
Now
Before the sun go down
Mis Mable ask fe me
Could be an emergency.
A Summer-time now and yu know how it go;
An grab a jelly to, just in case.

Miss Mable!
Mis Mable!
A wey yu dey?
Me hear sey yu ask fe me.
Haa Miss Mable, a si yu now.
'A no nutin man,
Me jus wa si yu,
Yu no know how it go aready,
If me no si yu fi awhile me no aftu ask'.
But yu mek me nervous man;
Mi tink yu was inna spot.