liverpoolken wrote:philip...
......there wasn't much cheerfulness amongst your fellow yorkshiremen and i in scarborough and whitby last week after the snow fall of the previous weekend........both our walks had to be cancelled because of the bloody stuff......and i now know what's makes yorkshiremen and women so tough.....it's that bone freezing cold wind that off blows the north sea.....i've
never felt so cold in my life........i don't know if it ever reaches your part of the people's republic of south yorkshire but if it does you have my heart-felt sympathy...... where was diane with her book of magic sunny weather spells when i needed her.......ta ken
The Yorkshire coast is cold, so cold
during winter months so long
and Ken forgot his thermal vest
he got it all so wrong.
"This wind is chilling me to the bone"
The North Sea knew no bounds
But no one heard his cries of woe
The waves drowned out his sounds
Whilst Liverpool basked in gulf stream warmth
Whitby's flow was ice
"This isn't my idea of fun...
This isn't very nice..."
And the more he shivered, the more he wished
That he was back in 'Pool
But he didn't want to let it show
In fact he looked quite cool.
But the 'cool' soon turned to an ice cold front
Whilst a Yorkshire brass band played
For they were used to all of this
Of stronger stuff were made.
The only brass that Ken now knew
Were monkeys' freezing balls
"If I stay here any longer,
I'll have none left at all"
"Next time I venture this far east
I'll wait 'til winter's out
And the sea will be so quiet and calm
I'll never need to shout"
"But if I do happen this way
When arctic winds do'th blow
I'll wear my thermal vest and more
And long johns just for show"
The moral of this story
Is Yorkshire ain't so bad
If you live in south the county
Just like our Yorkshire Lad.
Pete
No probs Phil..... One less beer you have to buy 