“Ye can stow yer clobber here
And bed down in yon hay
If ye hear summat wail in t’night
It’s just our Rosie – she’s on heat
(Not the sort of behaviour
we encourage here
even in bitches, mark ye!)
So yer a writer, then?
Well, scrawl away. It won’t
put food on yer plate, or mine
but happen it’s harmless enough.”
This was a response to the friday five at poefusion – to write a poem including the words: clobber, wail, encourage, scrawl, and hay.
Love the last line, so casual, so cutting and so true.
Ah, that killer at the end!
Oh well, still enjoyed it
So true writing won’t put food on the table but, it sure is nice when those words come together for that perfect piece. Thanks for sharing such a great poem. Have a nice night.
i just love poetry with a voice… this was so cool…
makes me chuckle a bit, took a few reads to get the language but I guess it makes more sense to read it out loud which I don’t usually do, but a good piece to ponder over especially the use of the language
I must admit the dialect is far from authentic – y0rkshire with a dash of devon, I suppose!
“Clobber” in the sense I’ve used here struck me as a word that belonged in this type of dialect- and I couldn’t resist fitting the rest of the poem about it!
And needless to say I don’t agree with the sentiments in the last lines! Not the best way to make a living, but definitely not to be dismissed as “harmless enough”!