Poorly in Yorkshire
A cure for Yorkshire sickness
I felt a bit MUKER this morning.Some STORITHS appeared in the night.I swallowed some ULLESKELF and a big swig of KELD.They didn't make me feel right.My FANGFOSS and SLEIGHTS had started to INGROWMy FOXUP had developed a CRAIKE.My BILTON was CRACOE, my KIPPAX was RUSWARPED,And my MINSKIP was starting to ache.I rushed straight down to old doctor WATH.He insisted that I wait my turn.He diagnosed a slight touch of EARSWICKAnd maybe an excess of SPURN."Have you been PICKERING your WETWANG?" he asked."I'll just do a test on your WASS.I'll give you a dose of GREAT FRYUP and BALKThen it will all come to pass.My final inspection will open your THWINGTo eliminate COXWOLD and REETH.Open your mouth and take a deep breath.My God! You've got SNAPE on your teeth."When he grabbed my GOMERSAL and wouldn't let go,Brutally demanding an exorbitant fee,I said " I'm off home to my doctor in LancashireTo get my old CLITHEROE PARBOLD for free!"