Jow:
<<
O pit yer jammy todger
In some salad-dodger,
I huvnae time, no me,
There's no a thing wasted
On ma waistline,
I'm wee fir aw tae see.
>>
Sunny Jim, other than thee and me, I doubt anyone on this list is going to
get the jammy dodger (which you are) segue.
[Actually, given the current state-of-play on poetryetc, you're probably
damn lucky I may be the only one on petc that knows what you said above.
+I+ wouldn't have said it. Thot it. Writ it. But then, I'm +nice+. <g>.]
<<
O Miorbhail gràis, nach breagh'an ceòl.
When I'm lying there in your arms.
>>
That's cheating -- you're jumping languages, no jus dialects.
First line:
Ah'm pure deid gorjus, me,
... better, surely, "Ah'm pure deid gallus, me".
Or is that too, too Glasgow?
Nice tae know there's anither Scot on the list, but.
Tak tent.
Robin
[PS -- Jow, you ever come on the Scots-Lang Yahoo group?
Nother thot.
R2.]
Ye could bam ma pot,
Christopher Brookmyre?
Rereading the whole poem, there are bits that bother me -- transcription, I
think, mostly.
Hm ...
<g>
CP3O
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