Poem. Geordie Dialect: The Seeance.

The Seeance.


When me grannie fell deed

From a bash on thi heed

A seeance was thi notion

Wi got.


So wi alle sat on doon

At me mam’s in the toon,

Whetha wi felt deed stupid

Or not.


Though nowt much occurred

Just wa old moggie stirred,

Wi wa alle more than ready

Ti trot.


Then thi room turned alle cad

An it frightened me dad.

Furnicha started ti crash

A lot.


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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