‘Na, Ma Brown, will you no ta ya bed?’
Awk, away with ya heidbanger
Am making myself a brew,
Am dying oh thirst,
Wit does it take to get a brew made for ya round here?
Awk, away with the lot of ya.
I canna sleep
Weres me bleeding slippers?
‘Aw, Ma Brown,
Wilt you no take it easy?
Watch out ya dinna miss the steps.
Awk, a dinna want to cart you off
To the medical ward.’
Me foot is stuck
I canna put no weight on it.
‘Awe HUD ya weese woman.
Am no finished yet.
Right then let’s get yah settled
and back into yah bed.’
By Rosalind Alexander
The Bugle 