Here's another one. How do you think they cope with Scots?
Tae a Poet
Big-bottomed, blusterin’, lumpen lummox,
Wha eats enough tae fill twa stomachs,
And flattens a’ the humps and hummocks
You chance tae see,
Your poetry’s enough tae flummox
The likes o’ me.
I never had imagination
Or the Romantic education.
To make poetic conversation.
I speak my mind,
Though you may find the observation
To be unkind.
You say that mice an’ men, together
Wi’ every sort of fur and feather,
Can change the world and change the weather –
Is that your art?
I call it high-falutin’ blether,
Not worth a fart.
For beast an’ man’s like man and wife,
It’s war we’re talking, tae the knife,
An’ should ye wish tae end the strife
‘Twixt man an’ moose,
Get oot ma field, get oot ma life,
Get oot ma hoose.
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