Language divide
Ah prithee, maiden fair, gadzooks, forsooth,
Amen, and shall I not, ywis, good youth?
For lo, by heaven’s light! all ye uncouth;
And where the ruthless, an he have no ruth?
You what? He’s talkin’ out ’is fuckin’ arse!
Or that, or ’e’s been ’eavy on the grass.
Oi, grandad! Don’t talk all that upper class
He must of lost his guvverment bus pass!
Yea, coz! ’Tis nobler far, lest it be done –
Ah, balls to all this shit, I’ve ’eard enough.
Just leave ’im to his stupid bollocks stuff…
– Thinkst thou I prate like this for fuckin’ fun?