Just putter gooder one on there What are we talking about The storm door on my house With a trap door for a mouse Why heavens sake do that for Justa gonna ruin a good door Still better than the one before When a big snow comes around The cat don’t want out no more That’s the craziest thing I heard You sure you don’t know for sure Nope I can’t say for sure no more
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Posted: Dec 30
About this poem:
It’s always fun to share a little hillbilly humor with you all in my native dialect……but we do make language fun up here in the Upper Appalachian Mountains….
Mizzy, We have an expression in the northern reaches of New England. It's called "Mush Mouth". Simply put just about anybody can speak an authentic local dialect by saying anything they wish to like they have a mouth full of potatoes. Try reading out loud my poem above this way and you'll be amused.
Comments (6)
Pleasant read.
I think it will be a sad day if we lose ever lose local dialect and accents.
Happy New Year Chris
Ireland is full of different accents also, impossible for tourists to understand.
Good topic.
Mick.