Nonsense 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stumie lon I wakled kwin
the laft atwoop stend lupped wi’ starn,
but allys I bakuckled swin
the plunk it pockled in the farn.

Kwae wrid I dounkle in the plunk
kwin tot es brarn n’ shuft biyheft?
I blam the plinks n’ plock the frunk,
ni muir ta wakle frin ootheft.

A translation - of sorts:

The summer long I walked when
the sky above stood full of sun,
but always I made backtracks if
the rain it puddled in the morn.

Why would I paddle in the rain
when all is warm and safe indoors?
I slam the windows, poke the fire,
no more to walk far out of doors.