Brit Speak
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You call it a diaper – I call it a nappy
Whatever the name the result’s often crappy!
I call it a handbag; you call it a purse
But if it got stolen I’m sure that we’d curse
You call it jelly and we call it jam
I like it on toast whenever I can
To me buns are something tasty to eat
For you it is buttocks you place on a seat
We call it petrol you folks call it gas
I thought gas was something you pass from your ‘ass’
I call them knickers and you call them panties
I just hope they are sexy and not like my aunties
I hope that this poem in ‘Brit speak’ has been fun
Now when I read poems I can understand every one
3rd June 2015
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2015
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