- albertkirkjunior
Scotstober 2021
Updated: Apr 1, 2022
At the hind end o September A seen a post on Twitter fae Michael Dempster (@DrMDempster) aboot a thing he wis daein cried Scotstober. The idea wis that ye wid scrieve a post yaisin a Scots wird o the day as selectit by Dr D., an ye wid dae it aw the wey through October.
For guid ur for ill, A decidit tae dae limericks, which A've pit ablow tae kittle an delicht. A've chynged yin ur twa a wee tait fae whit A postit, whaur A thocht it wid mebbe mak them better, but A hivnae duin thon ower muckle. Tae be candid wi ye, it's juist a wee bit o daffery sae dinna tak it sairious.
Onyweys, feast yer een on ma Scotstober warks, an here's tae Scotstober Twinty-Twinty-Twa 😀
There yince wis a felly cried Dirk
Whae bidit aside an auld kirk
He kept oot o sicht
By tombstanes at nicht
An gied folk a fricht in the mirk
There yince wis a felly cried Shug
Whae bet aw his siller on dugs
He thocht he wis seelie
But he wisnae really
Sae got in tae debt tae his lugs
There yince wis a lassie cried Betty
Whase oxters wur clarty an sweaty
She washit each nicht
But try as she micht
She stinkit lik foostie spaghetti
There yince wis a lassie cried Jean
Whae shoogled her hurdies a wheen
She wore oot her breeks
In eicht tae ten weeks
An polished her erse tae a sheen
There yince wis a felly cried Bell
Whase cludgie wis eldritch as Hell
He speired for a wish
Got drookit in pish
An couldnae get rid o the smell
There yince wis a lassie cried Shaw
Whae bidit on tap o a wa
Tae get tae the toon
She hid tae dreep doon
An cadge a wee hurl fae her paw
There yince wis a felly cried Fairley
Whase prostate afflictit him sairly
He gied it a push
Tae try for a skoosh
An did he spue lichtsomely? Barely
There yince wis a felly cried Mather
Whae couldnae abide drumlie wather
When glintin wis dreich
He'd mump "This is keech"
An ither sich scunnersome blather
There yince wis a lassie cried Gail
Whae ate muckle buckets o kail
She scoffit twa ton
Then pumped lik a gun
An blew her painch intae her pail
There yince wis a felly cried Cree
Whase gibbie goat stuck up a tree
He sprauchlit abune
But the cat it fell doon
Sae he gaithert the bits for his tea
There yince wis a lassie cried Annie
Whae spent ilka oor wi her mannie
She took him tae Ayr
He shat on the flair
An she says "Whit a boorach, ya fanny."
There yince wis a goalie cried Nash
Whae playin at fitba wis gash
The fans wur appalled
Thit he couldnae catch cauld
An he swithert in ilka stramash
There yince wis a loon cried MacClure
Whase coupon wis aye awfy dour
Tae cheer up the swine
Ye hid tae bring wine
An tickle his plums for an oor
There yince wis a programme cried Stookie
Aboot a wee guy whae wis plookie
The show wis for weans
Sae f**ks there wur nane
An naebody got ony nookie
There yince wis a felly cried Lang
Whae lowpit whauriver he'd gang
He jookit tae Nairn
Tae stot ower a bairn
An cam doon tae Earth in Pyongyang
There yince wis a lassie cried Grace
Whae wisnae dumfoonert by wraiths
The ghaists wid gae "BOO!"
She'd feel a wee grue
Then habber "Get oot o ma face!"
There yince wis a laddie cried Bain
Whae wis rife for grassin up weans
He'd glower an gype
Then run aff an clype
Aboot aw the hings they wur daein
There yince wis a felly cried Bruce
Whae spent ilka day in his hoose
His vittals wur puir
He ate anely stour
An anely supped milk fae a moose
There yince wis a felly cried Wayne
Whase mither an faither wur slain
The bugger wis pawkie
He dressed lik a bawkie
An faucht wi The Joker (insane)
There yince wis a lassie fae Harris
Whae went for a jig doon the Barras
She let oot a skirl
An hid a wee birl
Wi welders fae Fairfield's an Yarras
There yince wis a felly cried Reid
Whae hidnae a hair on his heid
He wantit a beard
But sich wis his weird
He steyed baldie til he wis deid
There yince wis a quine cried MacKay
Whae raither than "yes" wid say "aye"
Some folk wurnae chuffed
An went in the huff
An naebdy can unnerstaun why
There yince wis a lad cried MacGee
Whae fun a deid dug up a tree
He gied it a skelp
Tae get it tae yelp
But anely got thairm in his ee
There yince wis a bogle cried Eck
Whase heid wis apairt fae his neck
He'd cairry it roon
In a broon knittit goon
Thit he hid toukit intae his kecks
There yince wis a felly cried Scobie
Whae liked tae keek intae folks' lobbies
He'd wark oot the risk
Then hiv a wee glisk
An hope thit he'd swatch a few boabies
There yince wis a lassie cried Jean
Whae went oot tae guise for Halleen
She sang lik a lintie
In flats she went intae
An shared aw her sweets wi her freens
There yince wis a lad fae Tranent
Whae bocht a wee hoose on a sklent
He feart it micht faw
Sae checked aw the waws
An pit gibs ahin an anent
There yince wis a bauchle cried Boris
Whase herr wis lik birks oot a forest
He thocht hissel fine
But pit folk in mind
O tuirds fae a megalosaurus
There yince wis a laddie cried Billy
Whae skreicht when he flittit tae Killie:
"Halleen isnae richt,
It's on the wrang nicht!"
But ilka yin thocht he wis silly
There yince wis a medical mervaill
Whae hailt fae the douce toon o Dervel
Bacteria wis killin
Til he fun penicillin
Tae siccar yer chance o survival
There yince wis a fermer fae Yoker
Whae loast aw his siller at poker
They rowpit his sheep
An sellt aw his neeps
Because he thocht aces wur jokers
Thirty-ain o thon buggers!