By Bob Smith.
| Jist hae a leuk, at the bliddy great plook On the face o Aiberdeen toon St Nicholas Hoose, nae langer in use Thunk hivvens it’ll seen be knocked doon . It’s nae the only een, fit’s tae be seen Aroon oor gweed city o granite Union Square a confess, is jist concrete an gless Mair suited tae an alien planet . We hiv shoppin malls, fer young guys an gals Their shops ye can fin ony place We hid the Co-opie arcade, wi units ready made It disappeared withoot ony trace . Tak the New Market, wi wa’s fit are barkit A biggin fit’s lost it’s soul Knock the place doon, richt tae the foon It’s nae langer fit fer it’s role |
Iss toon o oors, destroyed bi sum boors Faa’s ideas hiv stepped oot o line Silver City by the sea, twixt Don an the Dee His fair lost some o it’s shine . Architects wi nae vision, attractin derision Shud be pit in Castlegate stocks It shud be their plight, tae be peltit wi shite Syne throw awa the keys o the locks . Planners tae hiv gin mad, iss is affa sad It’s time tae tak them tae task Tak back oor cities, fae thae Walter Mittys Iss surely is nae much tae ask. . Reclaimin the toon, iss wid be a boon Nae langer run bi Acsef an freens Ordinary fowk hiv mair say, tae ensure fair play Fin it cums tae spendin “the beans” |
Bob Smith”The Poetry Mannie” 2013