A Yorksher love poem

Hobbo: The French are a romantic bunch aren’t they Dauphy?

Dauphy: We are, why?

Hobbo: I thought that I’d move away from funny poems and try my hand at something a bit more romantic.

Dauphy: Mon Dieu!

Hobbo: So, I’ve written a love poem.

Dauphy: This has trouble written all over it! Let’s have a look then…

A Yorksher love poem

Tha'll get me pension, when I die
and 'tools inside me shed.
You are the gravy in me pie
the girl I chose to wed.

Tha's like the salt, I put on 'chips
The froth that warms me beer
a lass that wobbles when she strips
to who there's no compeer.

And tha's the lass what 'ad me kids
and set me 'eart a thuddin'.
As solid as two dustbin lids
the air in 'Yorksher puddin'.

Tha's the mush in mushy peas
The fluff in fluffy slippers
What taught me 'bout the birds 'n'bees
The girl that cooks me kippers.

Tha's the match what lit me fire
The stubble on me chin
Who dances like a tumble drier
The nine in feminine.

So, me love, rough as you are
'tis death will force our partin'
Tha's more use norra flashy car
Despite tha' flippin' fartin'.


Yorksher:  Yorkshire
tha'll:  you will
me:  my
tha's:  you are
compeer:  compare
'eart:  heart
Yorkshire pudding:  A savoury'pudding' eaten with roast dinners
norra:  than a

Dauphy: The mush in mushy peas!

Hobbo: I know, it’s good isn’t it?

Dauphy: Has Mrs Hobbo seen this?

Hobbo: No. Not yet.

Dauphy: Well, don’t show her it, or you’re dead!

Hobbo: Why? I thought she’d like it.

Dauphy: Where do I start?…

23 Comments on “A Yorksher love poem

    • πŸ˜‚Thank you! Some people erroneously think that we Tykes (Yorkshiremen) have no romance in our souls! Can’t think why! πŸ™‚

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      • It reminds me of CJ Dennis. The romance is sweet but not corny. He has a wonderful poem in “The Sentimental Bloke” about how much he loves his missus. But it’s dispersed throughout with her saying “the firewood’s getting low”.

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      • Thanks for this. I’m just looking at his stuff now. It is very witty. Observational humour at its best.πŸ™‚

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  1. Okay okay …. an honest expression of love, without the flowers and candy. Best love when it comes from the heart. Dauphy your wrong on this Mrs. H knows her man. πŸ˜πŸ’πŸ’˜

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