A Poem for Ray

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Hi Dale,
I'll admit when I first read this I wasn't a fan, but with a few changes you might have something good here. Bare with me as I try to sort this out.

We’ere s’pose ta pa-lay sum moo-sic ada parq, bu’ta blue nor’earn hadun blowed en an Billy sayid et’us too code ta pa-lay. --We were supposed to play some music at the park, but a blue northern had (done) blown in and Billy said it was too cold to play.

Ee-sayid ees ands wereta code, anet hurta press donda strings on ees gee-tar. --He said his hands were too cold and it hurt to press down the strings on his guitar


Soes ee grabas ah fitty-fie gal-un drum en fill’det partwaiz wid wud, den ee try’d ta light et, bu’ta wend’as blowin so’ard et kepta blowin da’match out. --So he grabs a fifty-five gallon drum and filled it part of the way with wood and tried to light it, but the wind was blowing so hard that it kept blowing the match out.

Billy ga’pist cuz’ee kept agitten burnt atrying ta star datder far in da drum.--Billy got pissed because kept getting burned while trying to start the fire in the drum.

So he gits ah tua-gal-un can’uh gaz, en pours ‘bout half of et onta da wood, endat dare drum. --So he get a two gallon can of gas and pours about half of it on the wood in the drum.

Den’ee lightsah match, leans o’er ta drum an throw’d et en wid ees’ead enda drum soes-ee cun may’sure et lights a’right. --Then he lights a match, leans over the drum and throws it in with his head in the drum so he can be sure it lights okay.

Wal’ser, wena datdar match heats datdar gaz, thars a ‘plosion lek sum’un teched offa new-kay-leer bomb, cauz ah bigaz sheet farbol cumsa bustin ouhta datdar drum, enden a ri-gud emmy-ta-shun ob a musha-room-clod gosa-rizan upenta da skai. --Well sir, when that match hits the gas an explosion occurs like something ticked off a nuclear bomb because a big-as-shit fireball came bursting out of the drum and then a (real good?) imitation of a mushroom cloud rises toward the sky.

Whal Billy steal got-ees full ‘ead enda drum wenda farbol cumsa barulin outa datdar drum. --Well, Billy has still got his entire head in the drum when the fireball comes barreling out of it.

Ah’furst wee theeunk ees dun gonblin cuz’eesa scramem, acunsee, acunsee, bu’tits onlay a tempor-airy bli-ness frumda bri-ness of the ‘plosion. --At first we think he has gone blind because he is screaming, 'I can't see! I can't see!', but it's only temporary blindness from the brightness of the explosion.

Wal’ser wenwe’d noed dat Billy ant blin, wee stara laffin so’ard wee fallas dannon da’grow’d cuz alda air ronta Billy’s fa’es dun burn’toff, an ees fa’es tur’na bri-reed. --Well sir, we figured out that Billy wasn't blind we started laughing so hard we fell down on the ground because all the hair on Billy's face had burned off and his face was bright red.

Etus ‘bout da fun-ee-us thang we’d er-sawed.--It was about the funniest thing we had ever seen.

Ee luke’d lie’a reed-flou-er, wid bur-tumber pedals. --He looked like a reed flower with burnt umber petals.

Cors’em Billy di-un thenget uz var’ee funee, ba’ee ne’er ad mucha senzoumor entwaz. --Of course Billy didn't think it was very funny, but he never had much of a sense of humor anyway.

Just a few suggestions for clearing this text up. I think you have a talent for poetry, but your spelling is deplorable (I don't mean to sound harsh)