Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 1:38 pm
Geordie comes in from the pit after a hard shift. His wife had a leek pudding on the table for him.
Geordie looks at it. "by gox." he says "Thats a big leek pudding it'll be for wor Jimmy".
"No", she says, "It's not for wor Jimmy".
"By its the biggest leek pudding I've ivva seen", says Geordie. "A na then its for wor Tommy".
"No", she says, "It's not for wor Tommy".
"Mind its a monster", says Geordie. "I bet its for wor Willie".
"Youre wrang", she says. "It's not for your Willie"
"Why lass whe's it for?", says Geordie. "Cos it's sartinly a big un".
"Why" she says, "If ye must knaa it's for ye"
"Blimey", says Geordie. "What a little un"
Geordie looks at it. "by gox." he says "Thats a big leek pudding it'll be for wor Jimmy".
"No", she says, "It's not for wor Jimmy".
"By its the biggest leek pudding I've ivva seen", says Geordie. "A na then its for wor Tommy".
"No", she says, "It's not for wor Tommy".
"Mind its a monster", says Geordie. "I bet its for wor Willie".
"Youre wrang", she says. "It's not for your Willie"
"Why lass whe's it for?", says Geordie. "Cos it's sartinly a big un".
"Why" she says, "If ye must knaa it's for ye"
"Blimey", says Geordie. "What a little un"