Nikus Orf
Ready When I Cum Hum,
How ever far a boy may roam,
Aside what touches bum and titty,
What can I say of Norwich city?
That piss
me orf now dew yew see,
Each time I'm hare that fare a' me,
And dew yew think I'm talk'n squit,
There's suff'n thare I must admit....
A ghost
that is not laid to rest,
A yearning pain within my breast,
For when I'm here I cannot stay.
But always must I go away,
The
restlessness that tugs and palls,
If I'm too long within these walls,
Cannot remove from out my heart
The spike that pains me when we part.
Andy
Morley Le Grys Farm 19th December 2006
