Blossomin’ arts an’ a bran’ new feelin’ <br />Oo woulda known it was an art you’re stealin’ <br />Reatractin’ from others yet addin’ new dangers <br />Can all be sorted, from tawkin’ to strangers <br /> <br />Left over mem’rys still clutter my mind <br />But we’ll create our very own, I think you’ll find <br />Love as bootiful as a baby in a manger <br />Call all be sorted, by tawkin’ to a stranger<br /><br />Luke Timms<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-im-talking-to-strangers-in-cockney-london-accent/
