The Brothers Grim Meg Stephenson, Taak aboot snotters! candles doon ter tha chin, N never a cloot atween either o thim, Breeks cut from tha fathors n aal, Galluses ter haad them afeared the shud fall, Th reached fra tha oxters reet doon ter tha calves, Th sartinly didnt dee scrimpin by halves, Scabby kness, nee socks , beuts wi ne toes, Tha muther had ne cash te spare , aa suppose . Heeds shaved epseptin a bit o a fringe, Sit next ter them ? naw ,tte lasses wad cringe . The two brothers Grim aa privately named, But reely at my snooty thoughts was ashamed, Cos both lads were strudy, nee malice nor spite, Th struggled at scull as weel as they might , Lessons they missed did neither much harm, Tha father wad teach them the ways o the farm, A strong arm was needed n that they both had, Anythin else they cud larn from there Da, Both boys grew tall, an larned canny ways, Hoyed off tha rags,, bowt better claes, Courted the lassies , n larned how ter dance , Till one day aa met an owld marrer bi chance, :Hoo yer gannin on hinny ? Aa went up n said, Varry well sh answered n torned a bright red, Asm gettin married sh ses wiv a grin, Ter one o them lads yer called the two brothers grim x
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 21:03:23 +0000