So recently I was played into making a wager with Emma that if anyone asked for it I would write a poem on this very blog and dedicate it to her and low and behold someone asked. Now that someone just happens to be a close friend of Emma's you could even say they are like sisters, lol, so now I'm stuck having to write a poem something I have done very few times in my life and place it on here and be treated to the inevitable slagging off from friends and family alike.
I thought as my poem will undoubtedly suck big time I would post a rather famous poem by the great Robert Louis Stevenson also so at least some of this blog post won't be a bad read so here goes.
Robert Louis Stevenson
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me,
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
I will make my kitchen,and you shall keep your room,
Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,
And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white
In rainfall at morning and Dewfall at night.
And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!
That only I remember, that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
And unfortunately it's now my turn so here goes nothing.
By Andrew G. Carson
She is truly as bonnie as can be
Wi' the opposite can be said fur me
But she calms mi nerves wi' her smile
So full of love and a hint of guile.
Her banter at times is pure bewildering
I havenae a scooby whit she's uttering
She uses text speak tae confuse her man
I have tae Google tae answer back as quick as I can.
She through me a chance when she came a winchin
Cannae for the life a me see whit she was thinking
Aye she never tells me tae haud ma wheesht
For her lugs carry favour and keep the peace.
She thinks she got one over me with this dare
She doesnae know how much I truly care
If she had asked fur a poem fae mi h'art
I would have gladly recited mi love fae the start.
Barf bags at hand for all who managed to get to the end, lol, and the usual service will be resumed from my next blog post honest.
Index of Scottish Words/slang
Scooby= (Scooby doo) no clue
winchin= courting/ dating
hauld ma wheescht= shoosh/ shut up
doesnae= does not
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