Aug 302013
By Bob Smith. Wi apologies tae the unknown composer o Bonnie Lass O Fyvie
There eence wis a group o Trumpie’s baboons Cam mairchin doon throwe Menie O A heid yin’s name wis Dod Shoutin oot Trump he’s a god Lang live the Great Dunes O Scatland O . Noo ither Menie fowk thocht Trump he wis a gowk Fer connachin the bonnie dunes o Menie O He’s buggered an SSSI Iss wis the rallyin cry He’s deen fer the shiftin sands o Menie O . Donald says ye’ve nivver seen the likes in Aiberdeen Ma course is the best in iss warld O Bit if yer nae weel aff We’ll class ye as a nyaff Ye’ll pey throwe the nose tae hit a ba O |
Oh bugger damn an blast a villain I am cast Fer screwin some lives ower in Menie O Weel aats jist their bad luck An a dinna gie a f—k Am “King” Donald, Thane o aathing O . Aat mannie caed Wee Eck shud git it in the neck Fer darin tae spike aa ma guns O Iss winfairm a declare A jist fin hard tae bear An a’ll nae feenish fit a’v stairted O . O Trumpie gyaang tae hell mony fowk div yell Yer jist a pain in the ersie O Yer cunnels nae sae bricht An yer hair’s a bliddy sicht Lang mey the faimilies bide in Menie O |
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2013