Thursday, January 04, 2007


TAE A FERT (in an Aberdeen Accent)
Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There sterts to stir an enormous wind
The neeps and tatties and mushy peas
Stert workin like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin wi the sauncie face
Will have ye blawin' ower the place
Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A'bodys gonnae have tae pay
Even if ye try to stifle
It's like a bullet oot a rifle
Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair
Ta try and stop the leakin air
Shift yersel fae cheek tae cheek
Pray tae god it doesnae reek
But aw yer efforts go assunder
Oot it comes like a clap o thunder
Richochets aroon the room michty me, a sonic boom
God almighty it fairly reeks
Hope I huvnae shat me breeks
Tae the bog I better scurry
Aw whit the hell, its no ma worry
A'body roon aboot me chokin
Wan or two are nearly bokin
I'll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile
Wis him! I shout with accusing glower
Alas too late, he's just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger they shout, and stare
I dinnae feel welcome any mair
Whit a fuss at Rabbies Perty
Ower the sake o one wee ferty


Blogger Lightning said...

Brilliant as ever, will have to email this to an Aberdonian friend of mine, he will appreciate it. (whether he wants to or not!!)

4:47 PM  
Blogger Gaea Phoenix Qandromeda said...


11:20 PM  

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