Gless an concrete aroon the spire
Raising hackles an causin ire
Thae designs fer The Triple Kirks
Aa drawn up by stupid birks
I can only think some philistine
Drim’t iss plans wid be fine
Nae thocht for fit wis roon aboot
A bonnie skyline gien the boot
Gless boxes seem a the rage
Architects nae langer sage
Foo muckle spent ti dream o iss
Some I think are takin the piss
Aneuch’s aneuch I hear fowk cry
Will plans be passed on the sly?
Stewartie Milne ye maan be jokin
At thae designs fowk are boakin
We are telt they’ll aa fit
Wi Widdies plans fit are shit
Ti build ower the bonnie UTG
Please fae idiots lit us be free
If ye think ma creeticism ower the score
Jist myn fit’s geen on afore
St Nicholas Hoose an Union Square
It’s time ti shout nae mair! nae mair!
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie”2010