Am a lass fae Govan
There a wiz born n breid
When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig on the dykes
N a split ma poor wee heid
Fae Glesga to Fife
Wiz where we went
To a flat in Methil
That ma maw goat fur rent
To skool a went like
A scaredey cat, didny know wit ti expect
2nd year it the high skool
Wiz a bit eh a pain in the neck
Home eckie wiz the class
A wanted it to be fun
Skool went well n a started wurk
Tull a wiz cooking a bun
Am a mammy eh 3 noo
Bit wit kin a say?
A replaced the telly
Nae mare tumbles in the hay
Ma weans are getting big fast
Aw gawn ti skool their self
But if a dont shake ma arse now
A might get left oan the shelf
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Author:
Julie Murphy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2018 21:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Hope your able to understand it. If not, I'll happily translate (although it won't have the same effect) All feedback welcomed and taken on board. Hope you enjoy
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Comments3
Refreshing to see something like this every now and then. A good write and something different for a change. Got a good laugh too...
Thank you
Very good write. Those weans certainly grow up fast, treasure them.
A bit of French there?! I dunnae ken these things! I cannae say it's a bad write, cos it's good!
Or in posh English - very spiffing poem, old bean. Tally-ho, and all that rubbish! heehee.
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