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Our poem this week comes from Brian Swainbank who was born in Liverpool, England, which, believe it or not is the nearest City to Dublin. He immigrated many years ago to Blackburn, Lancashire, where he lives with his long-suffering wife Jean.

He admits to being infected with the local Scouse Humour (remember the Beatles), for which there is no known cure.

Add this to an over active imagination (no known cure!) and a talent for drawing cartoons, a craze for what he calls 'silly poems' and there you have the inspiration for this week's poem.

Brian has written a considerable number of poems over the years, all based, loosely on events that have happened to him, his acquaintances, or his relatives. A polite description for the present poem might be 'eccentric' (that's not the word Jean uses!). Brian hopes you get as much fun out of reading the poem as he did in writing it!

HAPY AND KONTENT

Aye no mye spelins orful
butt Ime hapy an kontent,
eye hav ay litul nesteg
anne mye lyfe iz exselent

Eye woodn't saye thatt aye yam ritch
An Ime nott won too swanke,
Butt hive gotta gud job; ay howse,
An munny indeh banke.

Me teachers yused two yelat mee
Too gett mye spelinspel rite
Eye struggled, butt ay cud knot
Tho eye tryd wid orl mye mite.

"Yew hav tu lern too spel rite
ore ay jobb youle never gett!"
Thee repetid thiss sew oftin
Dohs werds iyal knot ferget!

Mye bosse sayes eye ma werker
Ease gllad thad time onn bord,
Mye bosse sayes eye ma werker
Ease glad thad time onn bord,
an ease givven mee anuther ryse
byway hover re-warred.

Sew iff, yore spelin iz atroshus
lyk myne, any wood knot frett
their iz know nead too wurry
eye woodn't gget uppsett.

Aye no mye spelins orful
butt ime hapy an kontent
eye hav ay litul nesteg
anne mye lyfe iz exselent

© Brian Swainbank, Liverpool, England