Before any1 reads this poem,thought I'd let u know that i can actually spell,the poem is written how it sounds in common Irish/dublin accent.I wrote this poem 4 my mum,its how I imagine her thoughts...enjoy

gowin out to set me shrubz and treez
and sit in me greenhowis shootin da breez
de only way ta get peace deez dayez
frum deez teenagurz and der modurn wayez
givus dis and givus dat,let me check me email
then in the corner of me eye,I see dat bloody snail.
chompin all me greenz away as if ders no tomorra!
all me work bein gobbled by every crawly fella
now in I go to start da grub for hungry gobs wide open
let dem clean de dishes after,now heres me sadly hopen!
to my lovely garden ill return with the hose in hand to shower
every pretty ting ive grown,shrub herb and flower
Ill feed me babies with Gods stuff and watch dem shoot up in beauty
theyre me frendz,gifts God sendz that smell so wild and fuity.