Aug 272013
By Bob Smith.
| Awa ower in Swedish watters Ye micht hear some affa screams As a wee fishie in the sea Connachs a fyow chiels’ dreams . Iss hungry fishie it wid seem His a likin fer mannies’ bas They creep up fin yer sweemin An grab them wi their jas . Fin yer awa ower in Sweden Skinny dippin micht nae be gweed Thae fishies fae roon aboot Wid queue up fer a feed |
A fyow billies wull be wary If sweemin the Oeresund Strait The local lads faa fish there Micht use fowks’ bas as bait . Noo we’re telt it’s aa a myth The Pacu fishie winna bite A mannie wis haein a joke An the story wis jist shite . © Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2013 Image Credit: I, Omnitarian. Licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license |
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Havenae a clue what your spickin aboot Bob. Janice pointed out my faux pas about last weeks poem.Some crass comment about a sore neck and hope its better. I will ask her to translate this one for me from the Doric.
Do you fancy a Turra Coo collaboration?
Duncan min, Yer gyaan tae hae tae brush up on yer doric,
iss poem wis aboot the story fit wis in aa the papers[,no nae the P&J or the EE] aboot a fish fae hid a likin fer chiels balls. Turns oot it wisna true. Turra coo collaboration? Am nae wi ye>