Larkin 25 - Local Language By Robert Swan

'Cunts' can be either 'Silly cunts', Or be reclaimed as feminine and pretty, But 'cunts' not always a swear-word, When you get dragged up in Hull City. If you think something smells fishy Then that's a pity, So I'm gunnu explain As I strain to be witty. It all depends on context and delivery - How does your 'cunt' slot in? It changes what it means a lot So that's where we begin. Because 'cunt' is how we'd say 'Couldn't', as in 'could not', The same applies for 'shunt' As 'should not' and 'Wunt' as 'would Not'. It's just a local vocal-mutation, Not an assault on somebody's reputation. 'Cunt' is Hessle Road English, Stripped to the bone, And dunt saying 'Cunt' For 'could not' hammer it home? So if you're new on Newland and the Tykes talk in curses, Attempt to recall the voice of these verses, Cos the cheerful chirping you've Ear-wigged, Is chatting in pure Hull-Speak Shunt you be Chuffed you've heard it? Saying: 'its indigenous' 'Its unique'? And int it time we all stop bearing That class ridden, Queens English cross? I hope you can you manage To accept what I'm saying, But if not, I cunt give a toss.

Copyright © Robert Swan 2010

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