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  1. Standard member mikelom
    Ajarn
    20 Mar '12 13:01
    Scouse poem:

    Gerrup der la! De knocker-up sleeps light;

    Dawn taps yer winder, ends anudder night;

    And Lo! The dog-eared moggies from next-door

    Tear up the jigger fer an early fight.



    Half-dreaming, half par’latic on me back;

    0 Jeez. another day before yiz, Jack;

    And groping for de ciggies by me bed

    I sought de drag dat frees me from de rack.



    De Wend’s just like dat pub in ‘Ackins ‘Ey,

    De towels on de taps all bleedin’ day;

    Yer time is up before a decent sup

    Dat mingy Landlord, late, says: “On yer way”.



    Many’s the fella dat I use’ter mug;

    Ard cases who could bevvy by the jug.

    Dey’ve cadged dere last latch-lifter out a me

    And werms live jockey-bar inside dere lug.



    So shun de Cokes and join me in de Pub;

    But ‘urry, Life is short, aye dere’s the rub.

    De Liver Bird’s already on de wing

    And Time’s de one thing, mates, yer’ll never sub!



    0 Thou who didst wid Threlfalls and wid gin

    Allow us all to take life on de chin;

    Are you de self-same unrelenting Sod

    Who slips us all de final Mickey-Finn?



    So come, me mates, and fill yer boots wid Beer;

    You may be in Ford Cemetery next year;

    Termorrer? Listen La, it never comes,

    Let Fally drown yer sorrows, its de gear.



    Poor Uncle Tom no longer bears de ‘od,

    Unless ee’s still a brickie up wid God;

    And Clayballs, Guardian of de Mystery

    In Smithie lies, six feet below de sod!



    Dey say dat pile a bricks in Calderstones

    Was once a Druids doss-house full of thrones;

    But dig at around where kids now sport and play

    And all you’ll find’s discarded rags and bones.



    Alas dat Rose should vanish with me mate

    And leave them unpaid bevvies on de slate;

    With all dem fag ends, soaked beyond repair

    And all dem hours lost though minutes late.



    And a lad I seldom went ter school;

    Just bare-arsed round de streets of Liverpool.

    lost all me coloured ollies down de grid

    And skipped de leckies to de stick of Doom!



    O Christ I’d pawn me heart in Rotherhams

    And even swap de buses for de trams

    For a vintage butty spread wid Hartley’s Jam

    Or a day at Blackler’s Grotto wid me Mam



    O for a cob of chuck beneat de boughs

    The Footy Echo an’ a pan of Scouse

    A Black & Tan, and Maggie sweatin’ bricks

    In Sevvies rough, dats paradise enough





    De ref no question makes of rights or wrongs

    Just makes de rules up as ‘e goes along.

    And many a foul as penalized de weak

    While many an offside rule supports de strong.



    Life’s like a game of pitch ‘n toss

    But youre de mug dats thrown up wid de boss

    Its heads a penny, but de ‘ead is yours

    Somehow you find dat every call’s a loss



    When I was young half of me time was spent

    Up jowlers playing ‘ookey wid de rent

    Was always skint and found I use’ter go

    Down de same jiggers as whereup I went

    Dats put der top on ut!

    -m
  2. Standard member finnegan
    GENS UNA SUMUS
    30 Apr '12 09:07
    Fun to read - but we have the Philharmonic Hall too you know and a lively chess scene.
    When I moved to be a manager in a neighbouring town beginning with St and Hel, I got criticised for giving a job to a Scouser and realised that the label is not always an affectionate one.
  3. Standard member mikelom
    Ajarn
    30 Apr '12 14:06
    Originally posted by finnegan
    Fun to read - but we have the Philharmonic Hall too you know and a lively chess scene.
    When I moved to be a manager in a neighbouring town beginning with St and Hel, I got criticised for giving a job to a Scouser and realised that the label is not always an affectionate one.
    I once lived in The wide ness area too! As for a wooly..... such happens.

    Very proud of the Phil, certain buildings with Birds on the top etc.

    Was just a post of reminiscence...

    -m.
  4. Subscriber karoly aczel
    Fortnite Kid
    05 May '12 04:36
    Originally posted by mikelom
    Scouse poem:

    Gerrup der la! De knocker-up sleeps light;

    Dawn taps yer winder, ends anudder night;

    And Lo! The dog-eared moggies from next-door

    Tear up the jigger fer an early fight.



    Half-dreaming, half par’latic on me back;

    0 Jeez. another day before yiz, Jack;

    And groping for de ciggies by me bed

    I sought de drag dat frees me f ...[text shortened]... e’ter go

    Down de same jiggers as whereup I went

    Dats put der top on ut!

    -m
    Awesome.
    I read it out allowed with an accent and all, aye?
    I started to feel like some weird-a$$ scottish rapper.... yeah. 'nuff said