Good Morning
My son is practise A POEM for this Friday. We have a Scottish Robert Burn on Friday.
It is Scottish Poem okay.
A Dug, A Dug
Hey, Daddy, wid ye get us a dug?
A big broon alsation ur a wee white pug?
Ur a skinny wee terrier, ur a big fat collie?
Aw, Daddy, get us a dug, Will yi?
Whit? An' whose dug'll it be when it durties the flerr,
An' wets the carpet and messes the sterr?
It's me an' ur mammy'll be tane furra mug.
Away oot'n play. Yer no getting a dug.
But Daddy thur gi'en the away
Down therr at the RSPCA.
Yu'll get wan for nothing, so ye will.
Aw, Daddy, get us a dug, Will ye?
A doan't think thurs embody like you:
Yi could wheedle the twist oot a flamin' corkscrew.
Noo! Get doon off my neck. Gies nane a yur hugs.
Aw right. THAT'S ANUFF. Ah'll get yi a dug.
Aw Daddy. A dug. A dug.
Scottishwee35