An Ode to Jimmy's Finger.
You've hurt your finger? Puir wee man! Your pinkie? Deary me! Noo, juist you haud it that wey till I get my specs and see!
My, so it is - and there's the cut! Noo, dinna greet nae mair. See there - Dr Rex MD(geriatrics) has got a plaster! I'm sure that wasna sair?
And noo, to make it hale the morn, Put on a wee bit saw, And tie a Bonnie hankie roun't Noo, there na - rin awa'!
Your finger sair ana' Ronnie? Ye rogue, You're only lettin' on. Weel, weel, then - see noo, there ye are, Row'd up the same as Jimmy!
Future Recommendations from the H&E Executive
Use a pair of walking poles on outings
Wear a cycling helmet when walking over rocks( this will also protect you near wind farms).
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, 21 May 2009
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
8 April Naewhere
Naebody came and naebody went,
Maist o’ us were somewhere else,
Even thaim that were naewhere,
Went elsewhere.
Jings! I wish I’d hae been there,
Tae see a’ the fun.
Maist o’ us were somewhere else,
Even thaim that were naewhere,
Went elsewhere.
Jings! I wish I’d hae been there,
Tae see a’ the fun.
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