Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

a bit of Yorkshire.

For those of you not familiar with the Yorkshire dialect, that language within a language! A “wesher” can be a washer (a metal disc with a hole) or a washing machine. With thanks to David Bowie for the timbre of the thing.

Domestic Pressure.

With domestic life,

I just can’t cope,

Under pressure,

Under pressure.

The screws too small,

The holes too big.

Use a wesher,

Use a wesher.

The bacons off,

The milks gone sour,

Must buy fresher,

Must buy fresher.

Where’s my socks?

Where’s my shirt?

In the wesher,

In the wesher.

Sit down my love,

I’ll make some tea,

You’re my treasure,

You’re my treasure.

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