“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.”
“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
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