Have you ever heard a Geordie say 'Why yer bugga'
There is no other can say it like him
Sometimes with love and affection
Or maybe with rage and fighting
Then again
With amazement or surprise
The profanity spills out
Emotions to disguise
It was the summer sales where it started
The changing rooms set the scene
Ladies pushing, panting and struggling
To fit a pound where only half should have been
And so
Amongst it all
She stripped and hooked her dress
With undies on the wall
Yes, the item to try was a costume
Very scant for the beach of course
The weather being so very warm
The least covered if you had the sauce
It looked to fit
Just like a dream
Quickly rechanged
And emerged all abeam
Forget the expense, it made her feel good
Must pay the bill then hurry to bus
A little more exercise with a little less food
Would tone up the body and improve the looks
Strange - a feeling
Of lightness of loin
'Ye Gods'. In such haste
Had left with no pants on
Fate is a strange deceitful thing
Destroys even the best of lies
Dropped her purse and bending to pick it up
Whoosh! A gusty breeze saw all of the thighs
Poor Geordie gawped
As he stood right beside her
Exclaimed loud with no thought
Oops eee...., why yer bugga
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