Malcolm Posted October 30, 2008 Report Share Posted October 30, 2008 It rained and it rained and rained and rained The average fall was well maintainedAnd when the tracks were simply bogs It started raining cats and dogs. After a drought of half an hour We had a most refreshing showerAnd then the most curious thing of all A gentle rain began to fall. Next day was also fairly dry Save for the deluge from the skyWhich wetted the party to the skin And after that the rain set in.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubi Posted October 31, 2008 Report Share Posted October 31, 2008 Bravo! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fifi Posted October 31, 2008 Report Share Posted October 31, 2008 ^^ Is the 'bravo' for the particular quality of the cut'n'paste and the lack of attribution or just that it's a nice piece? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Medziotojas Posted October 31, 2008 Report Share Posted October 31, 2008 It’s yun kind o rain dat weets you It’s yun kind o rain dat weets you da wadderman said,Ach weel, anidder ooir in bed,A’m no gyaan furt tae git laid tae da hide,Yis anidder ooir apo da idder side. Dan da door flees open, fir siccan a slester,A gret pair o muddy boots an’ sou’ wester.Whit ails dee boy, rise du fae dee bed!Does du no mind, dasteern whit du said? Da last dat I minded, da bottle wis feenished Oh Loard, I fear noo I will be puneeshed,Did I really say dat I’d help wi da dippin?On dis day o distress—it surely canna be lippened. Sae I rise fae da bed wi me heid in me hands,Near da door I trip ower an auld trootie wand,I haul on some claes dan I mak fir da cru,Bit afore a’m wun far I stop tae spew. It’s toomin’ laek greth ower da lipperin dip,Wi da wind fae da nort’ ida air der’s a nip.Whit wye did it come dat I fan meesel here?Whit wye could I no hae joost stuck tae da beer? Noo here comes yun akward hug wi da branks,Da last time wi met I fell ida stank,Bit dis time a’m ready he’ll no git me twice,I ee him up laek an auld bitin’ grice. Whin he enters da sweem-dip I push his heid under,Dat’s whin it happens, da most Guid aafil blunder,Da rake at a’m osin’ ends up braaly wippit,An ameedst aa da turmoil I foryit tae slip it. Heid ower heels I flee intae da dip,An’ some colourful wirds ensue fae me lips.As I feel meesel sinkin I tink o me bed,An da wirds o wisdom da wadderman said. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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