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Doggerel.

HUGH MORRIS

Saturday, January 10th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Jim McLeish o’ Sporranfield,
Wen’ in th’ Toad & Frog,
Order’d a beer f’r himself,
An’ anoth’r f’r his dog…
“How’d th’ Rovers ge’ on t’dee?”
Jim ask’d th’ barman, Chris,
“Los’ again,” wa’ th’ reply,
Wi’ some derisive sniffs…
“USELESS TWITS !” growl’d th’ dog,
As on th’ floor he lay,
“USELESS TWITS !” he said again,
In a mos’ dogmatic way…
“Hoots !” exclaim’d a visitor,
An’ he turn’d t’ Jim,
“A talkin’ dog, bu’ wha’s he say
When th’ Rovers win?”
“I dinna ken,” aul’ Jim replied,
As he pick’d up th’ beers,
“Y’ see I’ve on’y had ‘im
F’r th’ las’ five years….”

© Llew Beaton 10 January 2004.

Notes

In memory of Rex.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/doggerel/