"fatt" poems
ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY’S BONNET AT CHURCH
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho’ faith, I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunned by saunt an’ sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon her,
Sae fine a lady!
*** somewhere else and seek your dinner,
On some poor body.
Swith, in some beggar’s haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle
Wi’ ither kindred, jumpin cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Whare horn or bane ne’er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now haud ye there, ye’re out o’ sight,
Below the fatt’rels, snug an’ tight;
Na faith ye yet! ye’ll no be right
Till ye’ve got on it,
The vera tapmost, towering height
O’ Miss’s bonnet.
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump an’ grey as onie grozet:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum,
I’d gie ye sic a hearty dose o’t,
*** dress your droddum!
I *** na been surprised to spy
You on an auld wife’s flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On’s wyliecoat;
But Miss’s fine Lunardi!—fie!
How daur ye do’t?
O Jenny, dinna toss your head,
An’ set your beauties a’ abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie’s makin!
Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin!
O, *** some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It *** frae monie a blunder free us
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait *** lea’e us,
And ev’n Devotion!
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'O terzo piano, int' 'o palazzo mio,
a pporta a mme sta 'e casa na famiglia,
ggente per bene... timorata 'e Ddio:
marito, moglie, 'o nonno e quatto figlie.
'O capo 'e casa, 'On Ciccio Caccavalle,
tene na putechella int' 'o Cavone:
venne aucielle, scigne e pappavalle,
ma sta sempe arretrato c' 'opesone.
'E chisti tiempe 'a scigna chi s' 'a compra?!
Venne ogni morte 'e papa n'auciello;
o pappavallo è addiventato n'ombra,
nun parla cchiù p' 'a famma, 'o puveriello!
'A moglie 'e Caccavalle, Donn'Aminta,
è una signora con le mani d'oro:
mantene chella casa linda e pinta
ca si 'a vedite è overo nu splendore.
'O nonno, sittant'anne, malandato,
sta segregato dint'a nu stanzino:
'O pover'ommo sta sempe malato,
tene 'e dulure, affanno e nun cammina.
E che bbuò fà! Nce vonno 'e mmedicine,
a fella 'e carne, 'o ppoco 'e muzzarella...
Magnanno nce 'o vuò dà 'o bicchiere 'e vino
e nu tuscano pe na fumatella?
'A figlia, Donn'Aminta, notte e ghiuorno
fa l'assistenza al caro genitore;
trascura 'e figlie e nun se mette scuorno,
e Don Ciccillo sta cu ll'uocchie 'a fora.
Don Ciccio Caccavalle, quanno è 'a sera
ca se ritira, sta sempe ammurbato
pe vvia d' 'o nonno ('o pate d' 'a mugliera),
e fa: - Che ddiece 'e guaio ch'aggio passato. -
Fra medicine, miedece e salasse
'o pover'ommo adda purtà sta croce.
Gli affari vanno male, non s'incassa,
e 'o viecchio nun è carne ca lle coce.
E chesto è overo... 'On Ciccio sta nguaiato!
Porta sul'issso 'o piso 'ncoppa 'e spalle;
'o viecchio nun'è manco penzionato
e s'è appuiato 'ncuollo a Caccavalle.
'O viecchio no... nun vò senti raggione.
Pretenne 'a fella 'e carne, 'a muzzarella...
'A sera po', chello ca cchiù indispone:
- Ciccì, mme l'he purtata 'a sfugliatella? -
Don Ciccio vò convincere 'a mugliera,
ca pure essendo 'a figlia, ragiunasse:
- 'O vicchiariello soffre 'e sta manera...
è meglio ca 'o Signore s' 'o chiammasse! -
E infatti Caccavalle, ch'è credente,
a San Gennaro nuosto ha fatt' 'o vuto:
- Gennà, si 'o faje murì te porto argiento!...
sta grazia me l'he fà... faccia 'ngialluta! -
Ma Caccavalle tene n'attenuante,
se vede ca nun naviga int' a ll'oro...
Invece io saccio 'e ggente benestante
che tene tant' 'e pile 'ncopp' 'o core!
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Me sach dasa
Kuj likhna nai c chanda
But aj rukea ni ja reha
Jis din da reliance wich dekhea he
Mann bada bechen ** rakhea he
Ohi halat dubara ** rahe
Jis to me apne aap nu kad reha
Tuci bade patle lag rahe c, jiwe kamjor ** gaye howo.
Menu yakeen nai c ** reha ki tuci hi **
Me seriously rab to dua mang reha c ki ik wari dikh jawe nd tuci dikh gaye. No doubt pehla bi dua krda ha. But us din dua ne kam kita.
Metho control nai c ** reha.
Samj nai c a reha ki kara.
Us din second time me apna hath marea c wall te. Nd mass fatt gea c mere hath da.
Me apni wife nu keha ki gir gea c.
First time udo marea c jado tuci first time roye c. Jis din tuci menu first time call krke bulaya c gurdwara sahib de samne.
Us time hath bach gea c but is time mass fatt gea,
Sorry disturb kita.
Koshish krunga ki dubara kuj na likha.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
Shyad tuci bi
Ena hi roye howoge
Meri wajah to
Menu *** samaj a reha he
Hanjua da mull
Menu *** samj a reha he
Mera tere to door rehan da dukh
Akal nahi c menu us time
Kuj brain washed c mera
Sochea ki kush reh launga door rehke
Par jad tere viah da pata lagea
Sach jani
Fatt *** c meri
Te *** ta fatti hoi a
Daily schema laganda ha
Tere samne aan da
Tere ghar da pata lagan da
Tera deedar karan da
Par ruk janda ha eh soch kr
Ki kya tuci dekhna bi chahunde ** menu?
Mere dimag wich iko gal chali jandi
Ki kite tuci kuj kar na lawo apne aap nu
Mere karke
Kiwe eda bada boj sahunga me sari umar
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
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Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC