"glesga" poems
Am a lass fae Govan
There a wiz born n breid
When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig oan the *****
N a split ma poor wee heid
Fae Glesga tae Fife
Wiz where we went
Tae a flat in Methil
That ma maw goat fur rent
Tae skool a went like
A scaredey cat, a didny know wit ti expect
Second year it the high skool
Wiz a bit eh a pain in the neck
Home eckie wiz the class
A waaaanted it tae be fun
Skool went well n a started wurk
Tull a wiz cooking a bun
Am a mammy eh 3 noo
Bit wit kin a say?
A replaced the telly
Nae mare tumbles in the hay
Ma weans are getting big fast
Aw gawn ti skool their self
But if a dont shake ma *** now
A might get left oan the shelf
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
Husken, Wendy:
Ever trendy,
Always knitting
Something fitting.
Hudson, Simon
Working on his rhyming.
Not got it right yet,
Graphics is a better bet.
A Littlefair called Gail,
Often goes beyond the pale.
A canny Glesga lass,
Always as bold as brass.
That massive hulk Chris Bygott
Would make a ****** good pirate.
But he loves table tennis and fishing:
For success he’s always wishing.
He hasn’t done too bad,
Done even better than Dad.
Paul Butters
© PB 9\4\2020.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 7:16 AM UTC