LONG BEFORE THE RAIN, I WEPT

Dun forgot t’ til me

what I din fer you afore

all the ’ittle nuthin

we flooked in’ide the or.

Dun forgot the whisters

that I never known y’had—

the intessant gloopy ghlisters

’ost in squamush seas of plaid.

Nah, don’t forget the worgy blays

or the foomish ’urple blain—

then I acomin’ ’ome ag’in

you’ll never known I ’ent.