‘How I pine…’ - by
How I pine for a hawdy,
/ yir really beautiful body,
/ ahm right besotten,
/ ah fancy yi rotten;
/ let’s huvva tet-a-tet
/ – stoap playn…
parodies
To My Love - by
Shall I compare you to an Autumn day?
The seasons, love, have grown more temperate.
Rough winds have shaken us along the way,
The summers gone too far to contemplate.
The Shopping Forecast - by
The Shopping Forecast issued by the Dole Office
/ at 1930 on Monday 1st January.
/
/ There are warnings of Sales in Frasers,
/ Debenhams,…
Daith o Saint Andrew - by
The siller moonlicht straiks ower
/ this boorach o neds that jumped me,
/ hellbent oan ma daith. Ah feel the reek
/ o nicotine an…
Rats - by
You want to be a fat cat, want to do the deals?
/ Fix the odds, pull the birds, eat expensive meals
/ that…
From a Mouse - by
The present author being, from her mother’s milk,
/ a lover of the poetic effusions of Mr Robert Burns and
/ all…
James Macfarlan - by
“A man’s a man for a’ that” – how does he know?
/ Traipsing with his plough, the rural hero,
/ Swaggering down the…