The Nit Nuss
It was fower oclock an time ter goo um
But we just sot theer lookin glum.
On the taychers werds we ung in orrer
The nit nuss comes termorrer.
Ar run um fast yo bet Ar did
Ter raych the toothcum afowa aer kid.
When e atter wait e was nearly in fits
"Urry up yo; Arve got nits !"
"Ar short " Ar said "Ar was ere fust
Thuz summat in mar yed an it ay just dust.
But Arll tell yer worr Arll dew wi yo
Arll lend yer me bottle o Sulio"
Ten ter nine the follerin mornin
A sight confirmed the taychers warnin.
Cuss raernd the corner fer all er was wuth
Pedalled the dreaded skewl nit nuss.
Er bike ad a chainguard an lights Ar recall
an brakes that werked an mudguards an all.
An on the frunt a little wire basket
In which er kept er nit catchin kit.
They called aer names we all lined up
Between er bowsums aer yeds erd cup.
Threw yer air erd flick the cum
An that was it; yo was done.
Aer kid day e alf loff an gloat
When the nit nuss sent me um wi a note.
Ar felt ser bad Ar wanted ter cry
Ard ad a note an day know why.
Then aer kid gid me some advice
As ter wheer Ard catched this yedful o lice.
ed ung abaert till Ar was in bed
Then secretly ed toothcummed is yed.
Ard picked em up an Ar day know wheer
Then aer kid loffed said wi a jeer:
"Thuz summat as yove just gorrer know
Ar catched all mine an gid em yo."
contributed by Paul Bowen (from an unknown author)
10th Dec 2003
We are assured by Andrew Homer whose father Winston Homer used to organise Black Country Nights
that this poem was written in the 1970's and regularly performed live by