Windows

'Winders'

Shut them winders

You must be cold!

You don't think about me

Mi blood's thin and old

Them winders are mucky

I'll give 'em a clean

Vinegar and newspaper

That'll give 'em a sheen

Look at them net curtains

As much use as nowt

People can't see in

But I can't see owt!

She never draws her curtains

You can see right in her room

Mucky little mare

She should to learn to use a broom

Them curtains have been drawn

More than three days now

That's enough time for grieving

Poor old cow

Window man's here Mum

'Get me mi purse'

I'll not pay 'im again

Them winders look worse

Mike O'Leary – April 2012