SKRIKE

compose a skatin' echo
a skrike ov ice -
an haad it -
d'ye mind them ill-fitted skeets
n boom tunes
'at circled n coined
was some speedy rink

SNAA

Atta forst sna
A thot
This'll nivor settil

STOUR

We are white dust
A stour of whirly-winded phrases
Bidin' ina poke

SHARP
or: Overtime at Dawdon Pit

Six till fower sharp gans ower !

(Fred Marrin)