Hello Sailor

Hello Sailor

On me todd I trolled down the Dilly,
cackle in the bungery, una, dewey bevvies
before off cottaging for trade being all a bit
nanty dinarly. When in minces a dish
of an omipolone, couldn’t ‘elp but varda
at the nellie clobber, bona corybungus,
bona ecaf cutely framed by oglefakes; dark an’ moody.
Me thinks to meself she’s a riah shusher
or with them thews maybe a chorus line hoofer.
She smiles at me, pots shiny like searchlights
as she twinkles glossie fruit; wouldn’t say no to a bite.
“How bona to varda your dolly old eek” says I,
“care for a bouvare?”
“Egg nog” she grins with a come on glint,
and the sweet chicken and I cants away in the old polari.
But I can’t keep me shrews out of the basket,
well it’s hardly bijou, as she registers my interest
says she; “I would, would you?”
Trollop she be smiles “let’s be off to the carsey.”
Well not known for being backwards
in the art of coming forwards
I parades the way,
and no sooner me lallies were round me ankles
and me bingey stands proud; ooh hello sailor,
me thinking this is gonna turn out to be right bona nocky
when out of the blue she pulls out silver bracelets;
“you’re nicked” she says. “I’m a charpering omie.”