Dakota Diction
In the little town where I grew up,
instead of “yes,” we all said, “Yup!”
When we removed a soda top,
what we drank was called a “pop.”
When we drove off the road a bit,
we went into the “barrow pit.”
The mud was “gumbo”–rich and thick––
and every creek was called a “crick.”
Breakfast was never labeled brunch,
and “dinner” was what we called lunch.
Therefore, at night, our picker-upper
was never dinner. It was “supper.”
Highway patrolmen were all “cops,”
and their cars were “cherry tops.”
On movie nights, we saw the “show”
for just ten cents–which we called “dough.”
We told stray dogs that they should “git,”
and when they scampered off a bit,
the place where they commenced to wander
was what we labeled “over yonder.”
I fear it’s not spectacular,
this prairie states vernacular;
and because our listeners never balked,
we thought it was how all folks talked!
The NaPoWriMo prompt: a poem based in sound. You could use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere. (From an earlier posting 3 years ago.)
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