When a wiz a lad a got intae trouble,
Kicking aboot wi the wrang kind o people.
Getting involved wi the drink n the drugs,
Smashed oot ma nut wi the local thugs.
No given a fuck what ma parents wid say,
A always knew better at the end o the day.
Always involved in a wee bit o crime,
Never thinking it may lead to jail time.
Up in the dock wi charges tae stick,
That’s when a realised a had been a wee prick.
Time for a change it had tae be,
The next time I’m up it’s a custodial fir me.
A kick up the arse and a fine a received,
Escaping the jail a wiz fucking relieved.
A shit load tae dae to change ma auld ways,
Praying tae fuck it wiz just a wee phase.
When a wiz a lad a thought a knew better,
Until a grew up and realised a wiz just a wee belter.
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Author:
The Fife Wanderer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 16 years growing old, never doing what I was told.
- Category: Reflection
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At 16 it's all fun and games.
Enjoyed the read.
It certainly is thank you for your comment 🙏
Authentic mastery of vernacular.
Thank you for your comments the good old Scottish tongue. 🙏
Some years ago a Scottish lad crossed the pond , of course his name was Rory,, and I met him when he visited a local tavern ( pub?) . In a short time I went from understanding nothing he said to actually enjoying his vocabulary and dialect and he collected Comic Books. He turned me on to Mark Millar and I enjoyed the twist on Superman and Batman in the stories. Sadly, when I yearned to read more I found the prices way out of reach. I did find amusement that to get Rory all wound up all I had to do was be derisive about the bunkers at the Old Course. Good times
A moral tale I surprisingly fully understood and thoroughly enjoyed.. Cheers.
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