Binge drinkin quines – there’s nithing worse
They faa aboot an sweir an curse
Wi hurdies keekin oot their draars
They stumble oot o clubs an bars
Oh bonnie quine fit are ye deein
Squattin in some shop door peein
Syne styterin oot on ti the street
Yer knickers danglin roon yer feet
Ye try ti hail a passin taxi
Bit only lan up on yer jaxie
Ye wanner hame intae yer bed
And waakin up aside some ned
Puir quine ye’re still a wee bit foo
As ye struggle ti the nearest loo
Ye look in the mirror—oh fit a sicht!
An ye canna myn a thing aboot last nicht
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2012
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