I can't read and I can't write, but that don't really ma'err
because I comes from Gloucestershire and I can drive a trac'err.
Yes, Roger; here in Glos, 'gal' = 'gell'.
There was an Old Man with a nose,
Who said, "If you choose to suppose,
It's my handsomest thing,
Well, you're wrong. Let us sing
Of my fifty-foot hardwearing hose!"
Fliss shrieks and rushes out of her own poem.
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