There aint a lotta sun
‘Ere in Brummagem,
Even thow it’s mid Juloi.
It ain’t verry ‘ot,
An’ it’s rining quoite a lot
And the littluns all wanna gow out an’ play.
It’s a proppa bloody pain
Cuz it’s pissin’ down-a rain
And all we really want’s a bitta warm
Oi would loik a proppa storm
Cuz oim feelin’ quoite forlorn,
Oi gotta face as long as Livery Street today.
Random Musings of a Rambling Mind 
Comments on: "Tork loik a Brummie Day" (3)
love it – any consolation that it is just as pants here? prolly not
OKay, I read it out loud, but I am not sure I sound like a proper Brummie.
That’s bostin’.
I’m Brummie by osmosis – MrDoodles is from Harborne and I have absorbed some of the Brumminess.
The word “cutlery” is always pronounced the Brummie way in our house – it just sounds like it should be a word specific to the Brummie dialect!