Pam Aires Poem in Yorkshire Dialect
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Yorkshire & Humber) British (General)Transcript
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I'm going to kill my husband by Palmer's I am going to kill my husband. I have stuck all I can stay. It's constant. Criticising is getting on my wick. It takes off for granted. But tonight I can relax for the minute he complains. Actual whopping women axe. Yes, I'm going to kill my husband. I shall have him to be sure. It's never going to curse my navigation anymore. I drive into distraction when I read a map. I know, but tonight I'm gonna drive him where he didn't plan to go. So when he starts haranguing me until I'm nervous, wreck and shouts and spits and ridge till the veins swelling his neck as he grabs the map from me there were no turning back. I will counter reach behind me and whacked him with a jack. I mean, he gets a cold, and I was supposed to sympathise it. Sneezes, shakes the rafters and tears real from his eyes. He looks so well begun, just like the back end of a bus. And yet, when I am ill, he tells me not to make a fuss. It's true. He's got to go. You may not think I've got the right, but it's not as you see and I should know. And with him every night we have a horrifying, steady ribbon whistle snoring a start. Well, tonight he's going to stay asleep for longer than the fart. Your Honour, I confess that we were satisfying whack. I hit him with a frying pan from seven paces back. The weapon was examined by the jury. True and good. It was all made up of women. And they said after you, mhm.