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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