Poem. Geordie Dialect: The Seeance.

The Seeance.

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When me grannie fell deed

From a bash on thi heed

A seeance was thi notion

Wi got.

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So wi alle sat on doon

At me mam’s in the toon,

Whetha wi felt deed stupid

Or not.

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Though nowt much occurred

Just wa old moggie stirred,

Wi wa alle more than ready

Ti trot.

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Then thi room turned alle cad

An it frightened me dad.

Furnicha started ti crash

A lot.

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Then a neighbour bawled oot

Wot the hell’s it aboot,

Are yiz alle tryin ti wake up the deed

Or wot.

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