• albertkirkjunior

Bastartin Tods

Albert Kirk Jr

The tods are eatin bairns agane.

Thon's hou it soonds tae me:

The bastarts skelloch ilka nicht

As lood as lood can be.

A cannae get masel tae sleep

Wi aw thir cantrips sair;

A dinnae think A've got the docht

Tae tak it ony mair.

A'm gonnae get the Cooncil oot

Tae fleg them fae thir hame;

An syne A'll pack the den wi muck

Tae feenish aff thir schame.

But tods ur sleekit enemies

An willnae quit for lang:

They'll ainlie howk anither hole

An back tae dool A gang!

0 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Albert Kirk Jr braw pow cramasie (darg o the deil's bird) snell shanks fankled birkie neb wheesht gleg een mawkit short syne a gorblin noo for aye wabbit: this Awmichtie ploy is the yin they'd gar ye

Albert Kirk Jr Laddies, thare isnae a wicht in the warld Cuid force ye tae poke a dirk in yer ee, Or thole wi nocht but a whisper a dirl That meant for ye no tae flyte whit ye dree; Thanks tae wur boa

Albert Kirk Jr A leader wi a japer's shtick, Electorates that vote for pricks Tae mak a pairt ye cannae stick: It's aw gangin tae shite. Thir fowk that hiv the owersicht O aw wur weirds but yaise thir