LETTER: A poem from a Black Country mon

Om an old fashioned English man

Black country born and bred.

Now we’ve left the EU

I’ll sleep better in my bed.

I can grow me wonky veges

Un funny shaped spuds

With pig’s feet soaked in vinegar

Like we always could.

When it comes to money

Let’s dump the things we have.

Bring back the £-S-d

I remember as a lad.

The moral of this poem,

Where does this old ‘en start?

I’ve gone and lost me livelihood

Me flippin’ is an cart

Michael Law, Perton