Well naow, it’s that oor New England weather’s changin’,
there is nawthin’ we can do ta get tha old stuff back.
It wer always said, if ye dinnae like it, wait a minut. That
mite be ok with ye and me but wah aboot ole Tom and Jack
Jist down tha way? They be city fellers wi oot tha ken
as what ta do if tha weather guy sez snow or maybe rain
wi sleet mixed in. We townies grab oor tools and head
out ta tha barn ta do a bit of preparation fer tha game.
A game it be ta us folks, there be auld chairs and a table,
furnished by oor grandpa who has nae need fer them at all.
Tha women folk, I suspect, ar havin’ a party of their own.
That be good, cuz if they saw the barn party, heads wud roll.
Tha city boys jist come by ta see what they mite do ta help.
Myself thinks they smelt tha party and come by ta party-up.
Well, them folks frim away ken all tha tricks, sure an I see
we-uns frim oor ground will hae ta invite thim in ta sup.
I wonder naow if we-uns goes ta tha city, can we do as well?
Seems ta me them two must hae bin pretty country-wise.
Does ye think they took advantage of us as well as others?
Still, methinks, I’d like ta go there and try them on fer size.
Copyright © 2012 Charles E. Frost
January 23, 2012