Black Country Boy

FUST (or Foreword as yo call it?)

This poim yow see, woz ritten by me
Yow myt find it Rayley ard gooin
I cum from a towen with an axsnt
An it's a fust thing fower me that I'm dooin

Om a black cuntry kid wi thorts in me yed
Thorts that yowv praps ad yesen
Oive neva put pen to perpa
On most likly wo do it agen
This fust that oim ritin is me wots invitin
Orl of yow lot wi me down me rode
Poims that read mower loik storiz
In rime most a time to be tode
Summa med up an sumonem aye
Sumonems barmy yowl say
It's my tek on life as as oive sin it
Os events thru the yaeres cum my way
My poims aye rittn like this un
I doe spake like this wen I rite

I believe wot yow reed shud be eezy
On eezy shud lede to delight

So now I'll revert to plain speaking 
My poems I hope you enjoy
The place I reside I live there with pride
Deep down I'm a Black Country boy

Written by Dennis Wright