(I tried to use as many of timsterner's Swedish idioms as I could!)
'Oh, go to where the pepper grows'
Said the man to his long-suffering wife
'Even in hell, you'll make fire for the crows
Wasting warmth as I've wasted my life'
'I see that you're happy in the hat'
She replied to the drunken old fool
'Stop playing Allan, you'll worry the cat
With your shouting and roaring and drool'
'God's twilight, woman, you're a hoot
But frankly, I am at a loss
As to why you'd suspect I was pissed as a newt
Must you always sense owls in the moss?'
'That old man isn't walking, dear'
(She was wise to his mendacious ways)
'You're a well-greased mouth leather, but have no fear
I see through your crocked cabarets'
'I have clean flour in the bag
Why I'm sober as judges and nuns
You've got skin on the nose, I'll give you that
But now there'll be other buns!'
'Will there indeed, my darling man?
Well, you've shat in the blue cupboard now
I'll be bang on the beetroot, as clear as I can
Put the legs on the back and get out!'
A cross in the ceiling, he made a cow-turn
And begged for forgiveness at once
It was nicer inside where the homefires burned
Now he felt an incurable dunce
'Alright, alright – I suppose you can stay
But mind you your manners and language
And never forget that the day you met me
Was the day you slid on a shrimp sandwich'
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