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T'oald winds fair russlin throo yon trees,
Leaves hev backs up on sec a breeze,
It's ganta rain ez sure ez shot,
Er is Ah a stupid weathervane clot,
But yan cannut ponder t'seamm sec days
When slurry's fragrance i'subtle ways
Cu's wafftin' ower just liak Scotch mist,
Er summat land deid i'an oald corn kist,
Sec like gits reet doon inta reuts,
Ah bet 'twud lessen t'shine on beuts,
Ez t'advert sez 'it gits te parts
Others waint touch,_____It may cure warts!!
But A's nut loth ter try sec jinks,
A's nut riddy yet te dei wid stinks.

[sky]

Looks like a bit of Chaucer to me, is that correct?

nope, just a local poem by a local man.
Got plenty more of them.

a'v got'n t'speed reed these now! ow fun'y!

[nattybatty]

that hurt my head lol