Cock-Ups An Muddles Are Aa On The Go – by Bob Smith.
In Aiberdeen’s fair toonie
Faar cooncillors are thocht looney
Bides a cooncil convener
Named Aileen Malone
An she wheels oot her spiel
Aboot the Tullos Hill deal
Cryin show us yer money
Or the beasties are gone
Aa on the go
Aa on the go
Cock-ups an Muddles are aa on the go
She got aroon fifty queries
Fits the fate o the deeries?
“Aboot” een fae the city an een fae the shire?
Sayin the rest are nae local
Aboot iss she’s maist vocal
Cryin ti fin oot addresses
I hiv nae desire
Aa on the go
Aa on the go
Cock-ups an Muddles are aa on the go
Noo there’s something I’m sure
She hisna a clue—er
Maybe they cam fae the toon efter aa
Fae Torry or Ellon?
The wifie’s nae tellin
Cryin I’m jist a puir cooncillor
Faa’s back’s ti the wa
Aa on the go
Aa on the go
Cock-ups an Muddles are aa on the go
Oh the wumman’s fair sweatin
At the pelters she’s gettin
Maybe at coontin she’s nae verra gweed
Cooncillor Malone dinna dither
Jist git ti hell thither
Ti buy a new abacus
It’s jist fit ye need
Aa on the go
Aa on the go
Cock-ups an Muddles are aa on the go
© Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2010