Gaspin Fir A Brew
By
Gemma Duncan
Copyright
2011 by Gemma Duncan
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Ah
Am A Jeelyfish
Ah
Moose In Me Hoose
Ane
Day
Sna
The Day
A
Fishwife Sonnet
Caul
Seaside
Eat,
Mak, Cake
In
A Guddle
Makin
Dae
Supper
Time
Burns
Nicht
Torry
Bus
Yon
Flippy Flippy Walk
Stinky
Feet
The
Chef
Sing
A Song O Breakfast
Doctors
Visit
Fars
Me Smacherry
Bobbin
Fir Aipples
Muckle
Ba
Mixin
Yer Tea
Ma
Bonnie Blackie
Puddy
Cat Choir
Scottish
Maw
Holly
The Lab
Shewing
Sing
A Song O Breakfast
Scrievin
Maist Weel
Shhh
Fir Santa
Flooer
Wi A Wiss
A
Braw New Year
Ah am a jeelyfish
Ah live ablow the sea
Ah dinna bother
naebody
As long as naebody bothers me
If ye get too near
tae me
Ye better watch yersel
Ah'll sting ye wi ma tentacles
A
fricht ye should nae see
An then ye'll hae tae fine
yersel
Some juicy red tomatas
Tae rub upon yer skin
An mak
it nae sae swell
Ye'll mebbe go tae hospital
If ye get too
naeweel
So mine an watch fits in the waater
An nivver stan on
me
A Moose In Me Hoose
Ah wis sivven last wik, am gettin auld div ye ken
An ah decided
tae mak ma brither ma pal
A moose lives in ma room, ahin the
skirtin
An a gift fir ma brither, wis fit ah wis planning
Ah caught
at moose, an ca'ed it Horace
An gied it a kiss, fir it lookit
richt feart
Wi made it a bed, stuffed fu o straw
Fed it, an
bocht it a turnin wheel
Ane day
wi saw, wi wirnae prepared
Fir in front o oor een, wir eicht
bairns in the pen
Wi couldnae ca im horace, cos he wis a quine
So
Hortense hid tae dae, a mither, nae a loon
Dinna
worry, it a ended weel
Wi mair mice in detention, ah wis in
demand
Fae a ma pals, fa a winted ane
An a pit Hortese back far
she came fae
Ahin yon skirtin tae mither her bairns
Ane Day
Ah walked along the road ane day
An came across anither
Ah
didnae ken fit wye tae go
So ah tossed a coin richt then
It
sais go left, ah followed thru
An wint the wye it hinted
Until
a kint jist far ah wis
Wye back far ah startit