Mar 282014
By Bob Smith.
| Noo ye wee fite dimpl’t sphere Let me mak es verra clear Gyang doon the middle stracht an true So’s an affa gweed score a can accrue . Nae oot the cup a wint ye spinnin Sittin on the edge a-grinnin Thinkin a’m nae gyaan ti drap Eence mair yer score it wull be crap . Doon the fairways ye maan ging So ma wee hairtie stairts ti sing Lan’ oan the green near the pin So anither birdie a can mark in . Be ye Titleist or Wilson Staff Dinna behave like a soddin nyaff Pick up yer skirts an hae a rin If a happen ti hit ye ower bliddy thin |
Dinna gyaang an try an hide Jist on the fairways try ti bide If ye ging duncin left or richt A widna think aat verra bricht . A’m sorry a gid yer heid a dunt So bide oot the bunkers ye little runt In ma pooch ye can hae a rest A’ll noo pit yer brither ti the test . Ye’ll nae bide fite fer verra lang As roon efter roon a lit whang Sometimes a doot ye micht git lost Intae the whins ye can git toss’t . Puir ba a really lik’t ye fine Please dinna lie there an pine Some ither auld goat micht fin ye there Eence mair some curses ye’ll hae ti bear |
© Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2014
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Bob, this is wonderful – cheers!
Gled ye like it quine