Och me still living in Peterheed,
Am living on the dole,
Ma legs divna work,
Ma brain is fried,
At's aright we're haeing chicken curry the night.
Abdy kens abdy,
Ye ken ah the goss.
Och heres the bus ah the auld wifies on it,
Haeing a clake, sharing ah the gossip.
Pamela's working doown the Creel,
Donnies doon on hans and knees
cleaning ah the boats afore they leave.
here's wee Shelly up the duff,
Third wein in, Have you no had enough?
Doon in the toon the skurrys are fleein,
Knicking yer chips,
We can ah hear ye screaming.
Here past the bookise, Place on yer bets,
Am winning first,
I'll buy it on scran, like i aye dee.
Richt past the bookies,
The wee mans singing,
Earning some doe, dressed as wee spiderman,
The wee bairns love em,
The adults div not,
But He'll keep on singing and that is that.
Er goes iceland far woolies once stood
bringing back the memories fae my childhood.
Then there is christies, a loved at shop.
I'd buy ah their sweeties, as my ma shopped,
20 pence here, 50 pence there, coming oot the shop
a fiver doon and a wee glare.
The mithers raging, ave deen it again,
Spend a ma money on the scran,
A canny help it, they're just at good
You should ken at, you shop ere too.
You've ah the toons foke running aboot,
stopping fur a chat far iver they ging.
That's hoe it was back in i days,
Nae its ah different.
Peterheed has lost it's heed,
It's lost its spirit,
It's lost it's fun.
I miss the way it a wis,
Back in the day it wis ah great.
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Poetry Collection : Volume 1
PoetryI have decided to put my poems into one place so that it is much easier to find and read. These poems can vary between sad, happy to death and being alive. They can relate to life problems such as depression and health issues but they can also rela...
