Brooklyn Springtime Poem

My father grew up in the Brownsville section of Brooklyn, New York, so it seems only fitting that with springtime finally and gloriously breaking out here in the UK, I jot down this poem I recall from my own childhood (you have to interpolate from the Brooklyn-ese):

Spwing iz here, spwing iz here,
Da boid iz on da wing.

My woid, dat's absoid,
I tawt da wing wuz on da boid!

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One Response to “Brooklyn Springtime Poem”

  1. Audrey Says:

    I understand Brooklyn-ese – I was married to one. Old New England “pome” describing current NE conditions:

    Spring has sprung;
    The grass has riz.
    I wonder where
    The flowers is.

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