Yorkshire Pudden‏

[jazzy]

Being a Yorkshire woman I just could'nt resist this one.

Hi waitress, excuse me a minute, now listen,
I'm not finding fault, but here, Miss,
The 'taters look gradely... the beef is a'reet,
But what kind of pudden is this?

It's what?...
Yorkshire pudden!, now coom, coom, coom, coom,
It's what? Yorkshire pudden d'ye say!
It's pudden, I'll grant you... it's some sort of pudden,
But not Yorkshire pudden... nay nay!

The real Yorkshire pudden's a dream in batter,
To make one's an art, not a trade,
Now listen to me, for I'm going to tell thee,
How t' first Yorkshire pudden wor made.

A young angel on furlough from heaven,
Came flying above Ilkley Moor,
And this angel, poor thing, got cramp in her wing,
And coom down at owd woman's door.

The owd woman smiled and said, 'Ee, it's an angel,
Well I am surprised to see thee,
I've not seen an angel before... but thou 'rt welcome,
I'll make thee a nice cup o' tea.'

The angel said, 'Ee, thank you kindly, I will',
Well, she had two or three cups of tea,
Three or four Sally Lunns, and a couple of buns...
Angels eat very lightly you see.

The owd woman looking at clock said, 'By Gum!
He's due home from mill is my Dan,
You get on wi' ye tea, but you must excuse me,
I must make pudden now for t' owd man.

Then the angel jumped up and said, 'Gimme the bowl...
Flour and watter and eggs, salt an' all,
And I'll show thee how we make puddens in Heaven,
For Peter and Thomas and Paul'.

So t' owd woman gave her the things, and the angel,
Just pushed back her wings and said. 'Hush'
Then she tenderly tickled the mixture wi' t' spoon,
Like an artist would paint with his brush.

Aye, she mixed up that pudden with Heavenly magic,
She played with her spoon on that dough,
Just like Paderewski would play the piano.
Or Kreisler now deceased would twiddle his bow.

And then it wor done and she put it in t' oven
She said t' owd woman, 'Goodbye',
Then she flew away leaving the first Yorkshire pudden,
That ever was made... and that's why...

It melts in the mouth, like the snow in the sunshine,
As light as a maiden's first kiss,
As soft as the fluff on the breast of a dove...
Not elephant's leather, like this.

It's real Yorkshire pudden that makes Yorkshire lassies,
So buxum and broad in the hips,
It's real Yorkshire pudden that makes Yorkshire cricketers,
Win County championships.

It's real Yorkshire pudden that gives me my dreams,
Of a real Paradise up above,
Where at the last trump, I'll queue up for a lump,
Of the real Yorkshire pudden I love.

And there on a cloud... far away from the crowd,
In a real Paradise, not a dud 'un,
I'll do nowt for ever... and ever and ever,
But gollup up real Yorkshire pudden

makes as much sence to me as it does everyone else that speaks right lol
its a pudding lol

[jazzy]

you will soon pick up our lingo now steely lol, it aint its a pudden lol

i'll never talk like u lot brad does reet of t loo its shocking thats how he says it i speak proper ask gaz lol

all that for a yorkshire pudden lol

[Natz]

I know I'm from Sheffield but I've got a Barnsley accent, strangely enough. It's all my working with the Barsley-er's pmsl xx

[Eastlands]

Have to say I love Yorkshire pudding - it's one of the few things about Yorkshire I like. Well, apart from the fact there are plenty of lovely places in Yorkshire - shame they're all full of Yorkshire people though.....................

(Dons tin hat and waits for the inevitable fall-out.....)

[pete8242]

yer great local poem

[shazzababie]

Originally Posted by Eastlands

Have to say I love Yorkshire pudding - it's one of the few things about Yorkshire I like. Well, apart from the fact there are plenty of lovely places in Yorkshire - shame they're all full of Yorkshire people though.....................

(Dons tin hat and waits for the inevitable fall-out.....)

just an observation hun...do u dislike evry type of person in the uk unless they are from ur neck of the woods lol

[Eastlands]

Originally Posted by shazzababie

just an observation hun...do u dislike evry type of person in the uk unless they are from ur neck of the woods lol

Not at all lol - it's just a Lancashire/Yorkshire thing. You should google War of The Roses sometime as that'll tell you all you need to know!!