Sorry if this has been mentioned before. This is my all time favourite poem at school and one that I'll never forget. This post reminded me of it:
Wha Fe Call I'
By Valerie Bloom
Miss Ivy, tell mi supmn,
An mi wan' yuh ansa good.
When yuh eat roun 12 o'clock,
Wassit yah call yuh food?
For fram mi come yah mi confuse,
An mi noh know which is right,
Weddah dinnah a de food yuh eat midday, Or de one yuh eat a night.
Mi know sey breakfus a de mawnin one,
But cyan tell ef suppa a six or t'ree,
An one ting mi wi nebba undastan,
Is when yuh hab noh tea.
Miss A dung a London ha munch 12 o'clock,
An dinnah she hab bout t'ree,
Suppah she hab bout six o'clock,
But she noh hab noh tea.
Den mi go Cambridge todda day,
Wi bad dinnah roun' bout two
T'ree hour later mi frien she sey,
Mi hungry, how bout yuh?
Joe sey im tink a suppa time,
An mi sey yes, mi agree,
She halla, "Suppa? a five o'clock,
Missus yuh mussa mean tes!"
Den Sunday mi employer get up late,
Soh she noh hab breakfus nor lunch,
But mi hear she a talk bout "elevenses"
An one sinting dem call "brunch".
Breakfus, elevenses, an brunch,
lunch, dinnah, suppa, tea
Mi brain cyam wuk out which is which,
an when a de time fe hab i'.
For jus' when mi mek headway,
Sinting dreadful set mi back,
And dis when mi tink mi know them all,
Mi hear bout one name snack.
Mi noh tink mi a badda wid no name,
Mi dis a nyam when time mi hungry,
For doah mi 'tomach wi glad fe de food,
I' couldn care less wheny mi call