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Six poems TAE A SPROG by Bobby Lauder Wee sprog, ye're sleepin oan ma knee yer teeny crumplt face ah see tho ah should be sae young an free, ma airms ye fill, ah ken yer maw ah canny be, ah'm still et skill. Ae moonlicht nicht abent the shed, tae me some coaxin words were said, an when he pu'd me intae bed ma claes wir torn then cam the day thit ah did dread, sprog, ye wir born. Claes an rattles ah hud tae buy, shush, ma bairnie, an dinny cry, ah wis abused an that is why ye hud tae come, ah'm fourteen, sprog, how could ah try an be yer mum? Maw ayeways said thit love wis blind, an thocht thit this wid blaw hur mind, bit she's bin gentle, she's bin kind, an ah kin see, no mony maws like hur ye'd find, she's guid tae me. Raws o nappies upoan the line, a'body thinks ah'm daein fine, they dinny ken this sprog o mine, she greets aw nicht, an ah wid hae tae draw the line cos money's ticht. Although ye're only twa days auld, fur ye ma sprog, ma hert is cauld, yer teeny form ah can't enfauld, it canny be, dinny furget whit ye've been told, remember me. Crystal Palace We went to Crystal Palace for a bevvy and a meal and I know Bill won’t forget it, he kept saying it wisny real, When we all put in our orders we sat waiting patiently, with thirsts and empty bellies the feast we longed to see When the staff started serving we could smell a crackin smell Bill, he was simply starving and he had a thirst as well As everything flew past his nose he could smell plate after plate but his Surf and Turf did not arrive and poor Bill he had to wait. As the time went passing by a frown was on his face because between his knife and fork there was still an empty space Whoever put the order in must have felt a clown for when they checked it once again Bill’s hadn’t been marked down Dinner time The dinner it was ready the wife she put it out then she went to the door to give her man a shout. she saw him in the garden standing staring into space His mucky pipe was in his mouth and a smile was on his face. Five times she shouted to him and five times she was ignored She thought she’d try it one more time this time she really roared. Then this short-sighted woman went out to bring him home ‘twas only then she realised ‘twas her new gigantic gnome. His Double Engagement Yisterday wis ma waddin day the sun wis shinin bright ah wis feelin like a princess as ah sat there dressed in white The waddin caur went roon an roon ma hert wis filled wi fear could it be my beloved one hud furgoatten tae appear? The organ stertit playin the pipes began tae blaw ah kent ma faither wid be prood tae gie his lass awaw some guests they wir sheddin tears while ithers began tae smile they longed tae see ma dad an me walkin doon the aisle. Ah wis trimmlin like a jeely though ah wisny on ma ain ma mobile rang; ah answered it an ma hero did explain He said, Ah canny mak it hen it’s really such a shame ah’m ower here in Spain the noo tae see the Celtic game. It's Gone When Jeeny rose wan moarnin she wis feelin proper ill as hur heid it wis jist gowpin the lassie took a pill she flew oot tae the bus stoap while hur heid wis gein hur hell it wis a winter’s moarnin as she stood aw by hersel. a queue began tae gether the lass began tae freeze when hur nose stertit runnin Jeeny gave a herty sneeze. She wis a quait wee lassie wha widny cause a fuss hur heid wis getting better as she waited fur the bus when the pain it disappeared she turnt roon an said, “it’s gone!” some cursed an then they walked awaw it wis too cauld tae staun. She Rattled Oan in German Ma wee lass cam hame frae skill an she’s only eight years auld Hur frecklt face was dirty an she said hur feet wir cauld ah asked hur whit she learned that day as I waarmed hur teeny haun bit she rattled on in German and I coodny unnerstaun. I telt her, “Talk in English hen, so’s ah’ll ken whit ye say!” bit hir mither she ignored as she rin oot tae play ma lassie drives me up the wa’ she’s there, an then she’s gone an when she rattles oan in German ah jist canny unnnerstaun. Wee anes talk in English tongues an folks ken what they say bit my lass belts oan in German aye pal, every blessit day when weans are talkin tae their folks they’ll ramble oan an oan bit when she belts oan in German she’s hard tae unnerstaun ah think that ah’ll gae back to skilll an try fur a degree then I will unnerstaun my lass each time she talks tae me but my wee lassie dinsy ken thit ah hae the plans in haun an each time she talks in German her daft maw, she’ll unnerstaun. |