Dry- Foot
Bwoy
by Miss Lou
Wha wrong wid Mary dry-foot bwoy? Dem gal
got him fi mock, An when me meet him tarra
night. De bwoy gi me a shock! Me tell him
seh him auntie and. Him cousin dem sen howdy
An ask him how him getting awn. Him seh,
'Oh, jolley, jolley'
Me start fi feel so sorry
fi de po bad-lucky soul, Me tink him come a
foreign lan. Come ketch bad foreign cole! Me
tink him got a bad sore-troat, But as him
chat-chat gwan. Me fine out seh is foreign
twang De bwoy wasa put awn! For me notice
dat him answer, To nearly all me seh. Was
'Actually' , 'What', Oh deah!' An all dem
sinting deh. Me gi a joker de gal dem laugh;
But hear de bwoy, 'Haw-haw! I'm sure you got
that bally-dash Out of the cinema!' Same
time me laas me temper, an Me holler, 'Bwoy,
kirout! No chat to me wid no hot pittata
eena yuh mout!' Him tan up like him stunted,
den Hear him no, 'How siiley! I don't think
that I really understand you, actually,' Me
seh, 'Yuh understan me, yaw! No yuh name
Cudjoe Scoop? Always visit Nanna kitchen an
Gi laugh fi gungoo soup!
'An now all yuh can seh is
"actually"? Bwoy, but tap! Wha happen to dem
sweet Jamaica joke yuh use fi pop? Him get
bex and walk tru de door, Him head eena de
air; De gal-dem bawl out affa him, 'Not
going? What! Oh deah!' An from dat night tll
tedeh, mah Dem all got him fi mock. Miss
Mary dry-foot bwoy! Cyaan get over de shock! |