’E Was Me Norf, Me Souf, Me East and West . . .

Normally I hate phonetic reproductions of dialect in writing (it's more distraction than help), but this New Yorker article by Henry Alford is so spot-on that it's completely entertaining. And the whole conceit of the piece -- a working-class English cabbie analyzing W.H. Auden's poetry! -- is hilarious and brilliant.