Maybe you Scots could explain this to your non Scottish friends
Oan takin a hunner fur Facebook an postin when pished).
Oh my Goad, am feelin great;
Aff tae the dance flair tae gyrate.
Oor kitchens lookin like a sea
Of glam an glitter.
Am clingin tae ma bevvy ticht
In case a slitter.
Sippin oan ma rum an juice;
A must admit, am feelin loose,
And dinnae wahnt tae hink aboot
The morras heid.
A pray an hope ahll be jist fine
Efter a feed.
Am lookin smashin; whit a stunner!
A drain ma gless doon in a wunner
An noo a really feel the need
Tae stert the show;
Grabbin ma wee phone fur snaps;
Were gid tae go.
A summon aw ma lassies through
An switch the camera tae front view;
An staun an gee ma ginger loacks
A soart and fix.
We huddle roon an wait tae hear
The fast wee clicks.
A shuffle roon an change ma stance;
We dae some shoats an huv a dance,
A feel ma face is braw enough
Fur its ane shoot.
A stagger up and git a pal;
Am pished, nae doot.
Then in the moarn we congregate
An wae deep breaths we face oor fate,
An try tae fin oot whit the Hell
We hink wint oan.
A drag ma erse oot of ma pit
An check ma phone.
But then wan photie gees me fright;
There must jist no huv bin gid light.
Git that oaf; ah look like shite!
Ah flap an plead.
But a ken theres jist nae point;
Its oan News Feed.
Theres mare oanline, a look sae silly;
Am staunin wae a blow-up wullie,
Ma cross-eyed heid is gazin
Intae time an space.
Aw shite, ah cannae quite believe
This fine disgrace.
A scrabble tae git them awa
But hawf ma freens huv seen them aw,
An noo a wish a hudnae been
Sae bloody steamin.
Here come the comments fae ma maw;
Ma cheeks are beamin.
papajacknow20 wrote:
Maybe you Scots could explain this to your non Scottish friends
Oan takin a hunner fur Facebook an postin when pished).
Oh my Goad, am feelin great;
Aff tae the dance flair tae gyrate.
Oor kitchens lookin like a sea
Of glam an glitter.
Am clingin tae ma bevvy ticht
In case a slitter.
Sippin oan ma rum an juice;
A must admit, am feelin loose,
And dinnae wahnt tae hink aboot
The morras heid.
A pray an hope ahll be jist fine
Efter a feed.
Am lookin smashin; whit a stunner!
A drain ma gless doon in a wunner
An noo a really feel the need
Tae stert the show;
Grabbin ma wee phone fur snaps;
Were gid tae go.
A summon aw ma lassies through
An switch the camera tae front view;
An staun an gee ma ginger loacks
A soart and fix.
We huddle roon an wait tae hear
The fast wee clicks.
A shuffle roon an change ma stance;
We dae some shoats an huv a dance,
A feel ma face is braw enough
Fur its ane shoot.
A stagger up and git a pal;
Am pished, nae doot.
Then in the moarn we congregate
An wae deep breaths we face oor fate,
An try tae fin oot whit the Hell
We hink wint oan.
A drag ma erse oot of ma pit
An check ma phone.
But then wan photie gees me fright;
There must jist no huv bin gid light.
Git that oaf; ah look like shite!
Ah flap an plead.
But a ken theres jist nae point;
Its oan News Feed.
Theres mare oanline, a look sae silly;
Am staunin wae a blow-up wullie,
Ma cross-eyed heid is gazin
Intae time an space.
Aw shite, ah cannae quite believe
This fine disgrace.
A scrabble tae git them awa
But hawf ma freens huv seen them aw,
An noo a wish a hudnae been
Sae bloody steamin.
Here come the comments fae ma maw;
Ma cheeks are beamin.
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Haven't a clue what you wrote. And I always though the Scots could speak English.
That's why I gave up on it after the first couple sentences.
We have a Sunday school teacher at our church who came over from Glasgow in 1953 - you should hear her recite the 23rd Psalm in Scots! Her class of elementary age students love it!
Marvellous.........I laughed til I cried
Merlin1300
Loc: New England, But Now & Forever SoTX
Ahh couldna undrstand it - till I'd many a rum an juice
Then the meanin came clar, as it ran dun me sluice
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