On a Precinct Seat
by Lila Broadhurst
Just look at the state o' that yewth Tom,
A young chap in 'is prime;
Nowt but tattoos 'n' ear rings -
I'd thrash 'im if 'e w' mine.
An' wots that blue on 'is 'ead Tom?
Go on - it's never 'is 'air;
An' britches all ripped t'smithereens -
Well int 'e a bod I declare!
They want some wok t'do Jack,
That's wot they're lackin' t'day
Summat t'mek men on 'em -
A bit o' wot we ed eh?
Ay-up 'ere comes 'is lass Tom,
Legs up to 'er chest;
An' sithee, she's mens bewts on -
An' is that a frock or a vest?
Well I'll tell thi summat f' nowt Jack,
I don't care wot tha say;
I'd sooner 'ave t' owd times back -
Tha can keep thi modern day.