Would all you Scottish seniors like to hear this wee Glasgow poem ?

Ah wiz sittin on the upper deck o' a 37 bus


Ah seen big Jimmie swillin wine An' stirrin up a fuss


The driver stopped the the bus right sharp an' belted up the stair


"Yie can get the Hell right aff this bus if ye gie us any mair"





:Pal,no offense "big Jimmie said : "if ye knew what I 've been through


Ye widnae say such things tae me or blame a man that's fu'


fur Ah lost ma pile on the dugs taenight , Ah'll huv yes fur tae know


Fur Ah put down all ma overtime pay on a dug that widnae go"





The driver said " Ah dinnae care nor gie a Tinker's curse


Yer swearin an yer bawlin is disturbin a' the bus


Ah've hud aboot enough of you,a lot more than Ah need


If ye dont haud that big tongue o' yours , Ah'll stuff it doon yer heid.”





Big Jimmie looked up and picked his nose and he finished aff his wine


He says " The way ye've spoke tae me has went right oot o' line


Ah've sorted out 15 like you tae get intae a fight


Get doon on yer knees and beg fur help ,yah dirty little shite.”





At this the bus began tae clear as people got off fast


Wi' good auld Glasgow chivalry the wimmen an children last


They gathered round and they shouted out fur they didnae like big Jim


:Come now driver sink the boot ,get stuck right intae him.”





The driver smiled and waded in kicking and swinging blows


Until he got Jim's big square heid a planted on his nose


His knee came up, his fist went doon that wiz the battle o'er


So he jumped a couple o' times on his heid as he lay upon the floor





An' staightaway the polis came up tae capture Jim


In threes an' fours an' dozens , well he laid them oot round him


An' when wi' forty stoatin him he finally sensless sank


Ah counted fourteen polis hats washed away doon a stank





So if ye'er ever sittin on a 37 bus


An see big Willie swillin wine and kickin up a fuss


Don't try tae act the hero an throw big Jimmie aff


Cos the poor old Glasgow polis , They huvnae got the staff.

Would all you Scottish seniors like to hear this wee Glasgow poem ?
I hung on ,and hung on in there and got to the end.


Not bad for a Brummy lass.


My Scottish(Hamilton) father would be proud of me.
Reply:as an ex pat glesga boy I enjoyed reading this. It is good to see the Glesga dialect written doon an ahm sure the rest of the world will be clueless as to the meaning of the words . well done it is good that aw us glesga keigh can still communicate no matter how far we are spread.


Thanks for the fun
Reply:Top poem...but beware - this must be the squealing 'English' hour - it might not stay on for long (if they understand it or not)! Just had a question of my own pulled off by morons. The question; STD is what used to be VD. When VD was still VD, what was STD then, and why did the Queen get it first? Not a poem, but wordplay which had an adequate answer. And - sheesh...that was in English!
Reply:That's nae wee.
Reply:Aye, be thankin ye Lass.
Reply:No bad at a hen, ye cannae beat hearin yer ain language, did ye make that up yersel? Clever lassie if ye did, it fair brought a tear te ma ee wi laffin. x
Reply:very funny
Reply:Another amazing contribution of a question! Way to go Suzie!
Reply:Here Here, Brilliant.
Reply:That's amazing, well done.
Reply:I'm not a senior, but I am from Glasgow and this kind of incident happens quite frequently on our buses!
Reply:Suzie - I had to read this 7 - yes, SEVEN times before I could understand it. (I think) - us Londoners don't spend much time in the North! But you did just fine and I hope that I never have to get on a bus like that one!


CJ
Reply:thats great get it published and many more i hope contact authorhouse of milton keynes at 9am -5pm monday-friday.on 08001974150 tell Mr Ross thomson i asked you to phone my name is gail gray he knows me,these publishers are great.get yourself so spare cash if your book sells well i suggest you title your book Poems Around The Wee World.



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