"Way aye, Dinner!"

Having just spent a few days
Up in Newcastle-upon-Tyne
There was some sun and some rain
But no mist which was a pain
As I so wanted
The fog on the Tyne
To be all mine, all mine.
Likewise...
I went down to the riverside
Where the boats were all moored
Popped through the door
Of the local chip shop
With a plate I'd just bought
From the nearby branch of Oxfam
And asked for
A little fishie
On a little dishie...
And before the next boat came in
I got a kick up the arse
And told to fook off!
So much for Geordies
Supposedly being so friendly!
Maybe something was lost
In the translation...

Dulwich Poet 3rd November 2013

(Last weekend I was up in Newcastle. This nonsensical poem is totally made up!)