By Bob Smith.
| We hid a wee drive oot The wye o Ellon toon The sun wis fair shinin An fowk war turnin broon . Efter an ice cream an waak aroon We got back in ower the car A fyow mile oot o Ellon We war met bi bliddy haar . The nearer we got ti Menie The haar it fair got worse Wi grey mist ower Trumpie’s coorse A’m sure a heard a curse |
The “greatest golf coorse in the warld” Far ye cwidna bliddy see Ye widna hae kent fit line ti tak Fin drivin aff ony tee . A’m a bittie sorry fer the feels Fa pyed tap money fae afar An on the coorse they cwidna play Cos o north east’s famous haar . Haar!Haar!Haar! I hear fowk laach Wi nae sympathy fer The Donald Fowk shud drive a fyow miles north An play Ellon’s haar free McDonald |
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2014
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