Inktober 2022 Day 8: The Wrong Side of the Hills

I struggled to come up with anything for this artwork by Andrea, then this ditty wrote itself so fast that I had trouble keeping up with the typing! I hope it might make you smile. Especially if you are a certain colour of rose......:

 

I only went and done it

Though I know I shouldn’t ought

But I just could not resist it

I didn’t give much thought

 

I really didn’t think it through

I should have stopped and planned

But I’m always too impetuous

It’s getting out of hand

 

I knew, soon as I said it

I knew, that it was wrong

I knew, I shouldn’t done it

I knew, the bloke was strong

 

I said I could determine

Just from the way he spoke

I’d say just where he came from

This big and hairy bloke

 

I said he was a Yorkshireman

God’s County was his home

I said there’s nowhere like it

And he’d never want to roam

 

But I really got it wrong again

For that I got no thanks

He said he’s born in Harrop Fold

And that’s in bloomin’ Lancs!

 

(Apparently these chaps are very sensitive if you get the wrong side of the Pennines…..)

 

Done