COCKNEY

So A'm stand'n n' ahtsoider vis frog bus when A sees vis
young Froggy bloke, caw bloimey, A finks, 'f'at ain't ve most funniest look'n' geezer wot ever A claps eyes on. Bleed'n' great neck,
jus' loike a tellyscope, strai' up i' was, an' ve titfer 'e go on 'is bonce, caw, A fought A'd 'a died. Six foot o' skin an' grief, A ses to
meself, when awlver sud'n 'e starts to come ve ol' acid, an': "Gaw bloimey," 'e ses, "wot ver ber-lee- din' ow yeh fink yeh adeouin' of ?"
'E's tawkin to annuver bleed'n' fawrner vere on ve bus pla'form ;
ses 'e keeps a-treadin' on 'is plites awler toime, real narky 'e gets,
till vis uvver Frog bloke turns roun' an ses, "'Ere," 'e ses,
"oo yeh fink yeh git'n' a' ? Garn," 'e ses, "A'll give yeh a pro'r mahrfful na minute," 'e ses, "gi ah a vit." So he does, pore bastard,
'e does a bunk real quick deahn ve bus wivaht anuvver word.

Cup lowers la'r, guess wo' ? A sees ve fust young bleeder
agin walkin' up'n deahn ahtsoider ve Garsn Lazzer, arkin' to anuvver young Froggy a-jorein' 'im abeaht a bleedin' bu'en.