Mair “McGonagall” Noo an’ in Twa Thoosan’ an Ten

 

Ah read McGonagall owre at Pair Mooth’s here

The poem it got me thinkin’

I could dae ane o’ these masel’

It wud be awfae guid, no’ stinkin’

 

A feenished it aff this mornin’

Dinna ken when ah’ll post it

Wi’ Christmas an ’New Year the noo

Ah’ll be awa’ fur a wee bit

 

Noo watch this space richt keenly

Wi’ a’ your een peelit

Ma poem’s a richt guid wurk o’ airt

Ya wudna want tae miss it