Me Mam Dunt Like To Text

Me Mam dunt like to text

The concept just leaves her well somewhat perplexed

She sez nobody talks I can’t be doin

The art of conversation’s in rack and ruin

She said Margaret’s got rid of her BT line

She dunt ring anymore she just text all the time

She sent one Tuesday saying Harry’s had heart attack

Then I have to pay cos I ring her back

She gets a thousand free texts on contract ya know

Whereas I get nowt on this pay as you go

So if I wanna talk I have to call

Bleedin’ texting drives me up the wall

She sez I never asked this for this mobile son

As she works it with a finger instead of a thumb

Then she gets a message and she puts on her specs

It’s Margaret, she rings her….cos she dunt like to text

© words escape me 2013


About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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1 Response to Me Mam Dunt Like To Text

  1. Reblogged this on words escape me and commented:

    Me Mam Dunt Like To Text (a poem by JB)

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