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Forest of Dean Poem

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Local Valentines Day Poem, was in the local paper.

This is what some of the Foresters really talk like. It can be embarrassing when you ask them to repeat summat three times, - sometimes they just say it louder cos they think you're a bit mutton!
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I gid 'er a pig fer Valentines day,
But I could zee 'er wuz'n impressed,
Even though I 'ad dressed me sen up,
An' even ironed me vest!

Er face wuz like a wet 'addock,
Er mouth set in a petulent pout,
As 'er eyed up thic pig in't paddock,
Er looked like a bulldog wi' gout.

I telled 'er as 'im wuz a good 'un.
A pedigree wi' papers an' all,
But 'er fizog looked like it were wooden,
Until 'er let out a bawl.

A pig! Er cried all of a zudden,
Wos think I want wi' thic?
Wot be I gwanna do wi'n?
Mon thou bist mekin I sick!

Now 'uman I telled 'er, all 'urt like,
There byun no need to tek on,
It were a pig or chain ver thee pushbike,
Thou bist lucky it were pig as won!

Now then byun ent gwanna believe it,
But 'er finished wi' I right there an' then,
But 'er gid I pig back, so lucky,
I can gid'n next Valentine's agen!.

- KA Wozencroft, Mitcheldean
 
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