'a poem'

"Whaur ur ye ma bonnie lass,

Please no-agin, Ah'v awready lost ye wance,

Whit dae ye mean its ower?

Whaur’d tha come fae? Can we no take this slower…?

Och well yer gone ya crabbit midden,

Well dinnie get het up, its no forbidden.

Frae mind that time a sed ye mattered,

Ah’v changed ma mind, Ye can forget it aw, its aw been shattered.

Frae then till noo its aw gone aglae,

Frae a timid kiss, tae love, tae this disarray,

Ah dinnie ken whits happenin’ here,

Ane fae tha’, ye Besom, Ah hate ye mair.

Ah’m no happy acceptin’ this relationship spurtle,

That’s it fae sure, Ah’v hid ma fill,

Ah mean fae God’s sake ye almost hid me written’ ma wull.

Hoots! Enough o’this, Ah’m no here tae haver,

It’s a lassie’s job tae be tha trauchle maker,

Nae mair o’this unpleasant stramash,

Cos this could aw be ower in a flash.

Ah’ll stop aw this girnin ane greetin blether,

It should be as easy as findin’ in tha Hielands some heather.

No tha easy is it though,

To give intae it aw’ ane let it go.

First lovers’ toughest job perhaps,

An one that heals only efter time’s elapsed?

Alas tho, Ah’m left hauf tha man Ah did once know.

Ocht! But its no that plain ye see,

Ah’v got tae mind, Ah’m a braw young lad wi’ aw aheed o’me.

Chin up, be feart nae mare,

This dusnae always huv tae be sare.

Ah’m aff fur a decent stravaig amongst the glens, lochs ane mountains.

Ah’ll clear ma heed, ane get back tae ma family ane companions,

Ah’ll have ma day in tha’ Kirk, Mark Ma’ Words!

All you’ve succeeded in remindin’ me is –

Wur here fur a gid time, no fur a lang time!"

'a poem' I wrote in old Scots.

hammy x