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Featured Poet by Carole Midwood | ||||||
Some more poems in Carole's Edna and Arthur series
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Edna
& Arthur go shopping
"Our Arthur," said Edna, "Gerrup off yer bum,
Oy'm off up the village an' yo've gorra come. Theere's far too much shopping fer a woman alone An' oy ay a-fetchin' it all on me own. The went into Harris's looking for meat, And Arthur said, "Let's 'ave some steak fer a treat!"
"Two lamb chops, four faggots and a nice scrag o' lamb," Said Edna, while Arthur kept muttering, "Damn!"
In the Bakery, he eyed up a lovely cream bun,
Then over to Lo-Cost for milk, eggs and cheese,
Then Arthur said, "Edna, the Unicorn's near,
Then Arthur tripped over a brick on the ground,
So, into the Princess they stepped, arm in arm,
Edna and Arthur Have a Party "Our Edna," said Arthur, "Let's 'ave we a bash – Me 'oss come in first, so oy've got some spare cash."
"An 'ouse-warming! Great!" said Edna with delight,
And she wrote invitations for Saturday night.
"The Butlers, the Browns, the Barnes, the Bentleys -
So they argued a bit and Edna got her way
Port with the pork-pie and rum with the rolls -
So they put on their coats and set off for the Spar
Then Edna began to unpack all the food;
Soon the cupboards were stacked - Edna thought that they'd burst!
"We'll goo up the pub afore oy meks the tea – Yow can 'ave yer an ale - oy'll 'ave a gin and T."
But Arthur was snoring, face down on the bed -
Completely oblivious to what Edna said!
Arthur Does The House Work "Our Arthur," said Edna, "Oy must 'ave the 'flu,
So he gathered the washing and crammed it all in,
Then he plugged in the iron and set it on high,
"The iron's broke," he wheedled, "It's eatin' the clothes, Oy'1l leave it an' goo down the shops, oy suppose."
So he sat at the table and drew up a list
And added some items he couldn't resist. "A big bar of chocolate, a thick custard slice, Some Waggon Wheels, strawberries and cream would
be nice.
Some honey, some butter and scones fer our tea –
And oy'll stick in a few cans o' beer, just fer
me!"
So he set off up Duncombe St., whistling a tune,
A good two hours later he rolled in the Spar,
Then he went to fetch Darren, his little grandson Who chatted about all the things that he'd done,
'Til Arthur's head reeled. His eyes bulged in their
sockets!
So to shut him up, gave him the change in his pockets.
By the time they got home it was quarter to four;
Then he rummaged around to see what was for tea,
And he took up a tray to our Edna in bed,
'Cos oy'm tired an' oy'm weary with all this 'ard work And yo' look a bit peaky - yo' just need a perk!"
So Edna got up and put on her red dress,
And, sighing, went downstairs to sort out the mess!
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issue 8 page 35
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