“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.