Ta Boston

peto

Thank you Boston we were blessed 

And put your patience to the test 

To find you at your very best 

Our family overseas 

 

Thank you Boston's very own 

Who never let us walk alone 

Your statue suits our traffic cone 

Swapped for the city's keys 

 

Thank you Boston never stop 

The mayor shone in her Scotland top

The superb keepy upy  cop

Who couldn't help but please 

 

Thank you Boston top ally 

We saw you laugh and watched you cry

We didn't mean to drink you dry

Lie with the dog get  fleas

 

Thanks Boston remember this

When Glasgow is your little sis

Don't let her offer you a kiss 

You'll end up on your knees 

 

  • Author: peto (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2026 21:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Thank you Boston
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  • 2781

    That sounded like fun, with a nice warning.

    • peto

      Many thanks my friend
      Yep fun and games

    • sorenbarrett

      This reflects well the Scot's supporters of their world cup team in Boston. I have seen some cuts on the news and the general fun had. A lovely tribute piece.

      • peto

        Thank you soren
        And as usual we will be home before the postcards
        One day the team will match the fans
        Appreciate your time as always

        • sorenbarrett

          You are most welcome Peto

        • Syd

          Brilliant write 👏👏👏

          Were you there in Boston? If not then this is written very well as if you were. I love the line about the traffic cone, lying with the dog getting fleas and many more. An all around excellent write!!

          - Syd 🍄

          • peto

            Thank you syd
            You're a gent
            No I wasn't there, the team is out, the manager is gone and my flag is back in
            Hope yours is still flying
            The keepy upy cop was brilliant
            Truly appreciate your time and support



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