Chez Sheep’s Head Peninsula

It’s sometimes I do be tinkin as
to the where, and what abouts,
of fella’s, in my class, at school.

I was kep back a year for beeng
tick, but day told me mudder it
waz sum tin elce, sloe it mite be.

But where did they all get to and
what are they all doing with their
lives I wonder if are they all alive?

Well, if any of you get to read this
I am parked up in a camper van
which is my permanent prognosis.

Ah sure t’was a diagnosis made
by many, he’ll come to no good
end, a ne’er do well, total waster.

I can hear the sea shore snore right
now and no amount of ship wakes
will ever disturb it from its slumber.

I am a diurnal dreamer somewhat
similar to nocturnal sound waves
of my closest Ahakista neighbour.