A Scottish Black Bee
“Buzz buzz, Black Bee
Have you lost your stripes?”
“No, sir; not me
Those bees are different types;
One courts disaster
When you’ve go-faster bands
One is so much safer
If you’re a ninja fan.”
There was a young Scotsman whose ‘Oringe’
Was a hit at the Edin-berg Foringe
For his accent was broad
Made the audience applaud
But, made poets the world over coringe.
Posted in Limerick, Limerick Orange, poem, Poetry, Scottish
Scottish type Limericks from me (from 2013)
Just a blast (from the highlands) from the past for you. My back-catalogue has a few gems in it – sadly, these are not two of them G:)
PS apologies to you if you are Scottish (or slightly skittish)
William McGonagallish!
I walked oot one day, for to stretch oot my legs;
I needed to clear from my head all the dregs
Of an evening’s hard drinking with whisky and gin
So, off to walk miles. At one step I’d begin.
I soon stopped for a wee while tae drink from my flask;
But, I couldnae get the lid off, it was a bit of a task
So I had to go thirsty, nae moisture for me
Until I went back home and had my supper for tea.
Posted in parody, poem, Poetry, Scottish, William McGonagall
Tagged #parody, #Scottish, #WilliamMcGonagall, Poetry
