LANCASHIRE

This word has just started to look weird 

But then those do too

If I concentrate for more than a minute

Weird, word, just, look

LANCASHIRE

That one should be 

Epic
Yet has always been a working class woman to me

Not being concerned 
With the romantic etymology
Or some loony river castle-bound lady-in-waiting
It was a mothering bosom first

Then later Edith with her besom
Babysitting often, mishearing more
The constant, 'Eh?' and mouthing from the mills
Until she became a post punk teenager
In docs and black leggings
Sharing pints of Guinness
And the chips we shouldered

A lass with occasional sunshine
It is what we do
Embody things
Smother them with personal gravies
But not now
I left it to become a word
I do not understand anymore