| The Killer Weelie Bins by Jack Sum things yer purroff till tomorrer,
Oll leave that terday, it woe urt,
But one thing yern gorra do Tewsdays,
Is teckin the bin ter the gaert.
Er duz doo sum mownin, the missus,
An' gruntin' an' grownin' it's trew,
'Ar dow swear' er tells me,
But the air is practickly blue.
Ar con 'ere er from the bedroom,
Burra got this, erm, bad back yer mite say,
Coss ar cor gerrit off the mattress,
Till ar've 'ad at leest two cups of tay.
So ar pull the covers back over,
Ar mean, a bloke dow wanta 'ear that,
Awl the searin' an moanin' an' grownin,
Onny six steps, 'ers back on the flat.
Oh, burra bay unsympathetic,
Ar dow want yer ter think tharra baint,
Onny last wick I 'ad a werd with 'er,
Ar sed lissen owd wench (I'm a saint).
'Keep pullin' that bin up steps' ar said,
'Yowl 'ert yersen, thass for shewer,
So tomorrer, just leeve it weer it is,
An nock owd Bill up, next doower'.
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