"fitba" poems
Eh like playin fitba wee meh Dad,
It's so funny and a wee bit sad
'Cause when eh beat him he gets mad.
Eh like playin fitba wee meh wee lassie,
She plays fitba like Shirley Bassey,
Meh Dad canny tackle, he's so mince.
He devs in and taks awa meh pins.
Meh lassie heiders the ba wee the back o her heid,
Like a fish oot o water
Just before it's deid.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
Swing parks play parks,
Climbing frames and chutes,
Where a’ the kids would run an’ fa’,
Some in fitba’ boots,
Skateboard skaters all are quiet,
No clickety clack on the park,
No high flying tricks,
That were once seen in the dark,
The grass is long, the weeds are high,
The dandelions are rampant,
No one to run the mower,
The gardeners are all absent.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 5:11 AM UTC