I’m a Yorkshireman often known as a Tyke, we are said to be mean (a bit like the Scots, who aren’t either. but we are also known for being straight forward, bordering on the abrupt. I can tell you now Yorkshire folk are anything but mean, the majority are kind generous and loving.
Like the Scots though we do have our own language, although it’s not really a language it is more just a dialect like Scouse. However a tourist from another country, hearing broad Yorkshire would not understand it. I was going to write today poem in Yorkshire dialect, but truth is although I can speak it I cannot write it, and a lot is just nuanced normal English. I know how spell the Yorkshire version of right (OK) it is reyt which is pronouncer reet. We use thee instead of you that as in “That. Nuisance” instead of you are. You may see now why I changed my plan, so I offer the following.

Yorkshire

I speak fluent gibberish to all intents and purposes
I may as well everyone is listening to bread a circuses
I speak honestly and truth, I shout it from the roof
I’m no prophet, I’m no seer, not pretentious or aloof

Anyone can see what I can see, it’s not hard to do
Turn of your tech, close your eyes see the truth surrounding you
Football is on your tv set, music fills your ears
Too busy on the socials with relatives and peers.

Your children and your grandchildren, will have their fate to thank you for
Will it be starvation, a more fatal bug, or shall we succumb to a third world war
We stand on the brink, the very edge of destruction
Put down your fiddle Nero, say no to the great seduction.

Note, Bread and circuses =Appeasement of the masses.

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Oh go on then, just a bit, see of you can decipher it.

Oo wa-shi wi, wa-shi we, argh Win, or was-shi wi er sen? Or, “Who was she with, was she with our Win (Winifred) or was she by herself.

All words Meadowhead Bard.