Slept
kept my sporran close by
my dirk and kilt did comfort me
through all the hours of the night.
could have been a prayer
but it wasn't,
Woke to the sound of a tram
went out, had a smoke, felt the rain
and I ran back indoors.
Anyhoo as they say this far North
I'll have to awae oot
might have a coffee and
some porridge
that inner voice tells me
'I should be doing porridge'
But it wasn't me
honest
it never was.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 2:50 AM UTC
Slept
kept my sporran close by
my dirk and kilt did comfort me
through all the hours of the night.
could have been a prayer
but it wasn't,
Woke to the sound of a tram
went out, had a smoke, felt the rain
and I ran back indoors.
Anyhoo as they say this far North
I'll have to awae oot
might have a coffee and
some porridge
that inner voice tells me
'I should be doing porridge'
But it wasn't me
honest
it never was.
Edinburgh and it is
Raining.
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