Nan wrote many books, none were a hit.
People simply could not relate to any of it.
She has no life, no pets, no mate.
Excessive wordiness is her fate.
No life experience of any kind.
Her prolixity most readers vastly mind.
She knows her words, but no feeling there.
Thrown on a page like she does not care.
Readers like stories they understand.
Despising overused vocabulary words used by Nan.
Games not straight
Toffs on horses still killing foxes.
Boris parties while we put nans in boxes. Chancellor won’t pay his rate.
I tell you now, the games not straight .
Palace pays millions to get rid.
Mum shops at food bank to feed her kid.
This aint the thirties,check the date.
I tell you now the games not straight.
Multi Nationals won’t pay their fees.
Old age pensioners sit and freeze.
Patients on trolleys told to wait.
I tell you now the games not straight
Gramp died on may 14
it was the sadiest day
I never want to repeat
we went to his fournel
and we went to his grave
and when we looked inside
we couldnt believe he really died
but as time went by things
werent the same
because gramp wasn't around
to make are lives complete
now nans alone in that big
empty house with no husband to
come home to when
she's feeling so alone.
I WAS APPRECIATIVE OF MY CORNET.
(Northern dialect)
I went to the ice cream man on the corner for me, me friend and me Nan.
I got two cornets and a wafer with nougat in, for me Nan.
I remember it being hot that day cause me ice cream melted down me hand.
We sat at front of nans house, me, me friend and me Nan, just watching passers-by, lads playing football on the street, what a day, eeeee, it wer grand.
Me with me cornet ice cream dripping down me hand and me Nan with a nougat wafer which looked massive in her hand.
But me I was appreciative of my cornet, I didn’t begrudge me Nan.
Because when I grow older I’ll have a nougat wafer, and me grand kids will understand.
Gramp died on may 14,
it was the sadiest day,
I never want to repeat,
we went to his fournel,
and we went to his grave,
but when we looked inside,
we couldn't believe he really died,
But as time went by,
things weren't the same,
because gramp wasn't around,
to make are lifes complete,
now nans alone,
in that big empty house,
with no husband to come home to,
when she's feeling so alone.
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