A poem read at The Faddle by Maggie Clutterbuck and written by Liz Morgan.

I be one of them Vorest ship,

And a story I've ta tell,

I reside at Speech?House 'oods,

Ya know, them ones them tried ta sell.

"What bist tha gunna do old butty?"

Me mates all bleeted ta me,

"With all thic Vorest being fenced off

No roaming fur us u'll see."

Then along comes awld Richie bwoy

And all his merry mun,

Them put up a fight and saw um off

Them wunt come here agun.

Sa dus'ent wurry thee yuds ta much,

A lesson them ad ta learn.

Them got tha message loud and clear,

And when and done a u-turn.

I think it's zummet ta do with Hoof,

Whatever thic da mean,

I zin a placard up tha road

T'was handy fa me ta lean.

So I bist gunna have me a kip,

Among the ferns and twine,

Or I might decide ta lie in road,

I'm free, tha choice is mine.

– Liz is the wife of Keith Morgan, Wilkes Meadow, Broadwell.