Wishful Thinking

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 One day in Kirkcaldy toun,
Jimmy J. McScottle
Was cleanin’ out th’ attic,
When he foun’ an ancien’ bottle,
He pulled th’ cork an’ wi’ a puff o’ smoke,
Much t’ his surprise,
A magic genie did appear
Before Jim’s very eyes…

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “Thank you Sir,” th’ genie cried,
“For securing my release,
I’m bound to grant a single wish,
Anything you please…”
“I’ve always liked th’ ladies,”
Admitted Jim wi’ eyes aglow,
“So I wish tha’ y’ could change m’ wife
T’ look like Marilyn Monroe…”

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In a flash th’ genie sped awa’,
But returned wi’ face forlorn,
Sayin’, “I can grant a wish kind Sir,
But miracles I can’t perform,
I’ve had a look at your dear wife,
And fear she is much too plain
To undergo such transformation,
So would you please wish again…”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “Hoots Mon, I’m a foo’ball fan,”
Exclaimed aul’ Jimmy J.,
“I go t’ watch Raith Rovers
Ev’ry other Saturday,
An’ though they’re m’ fav’rit’ team,
Raith are mair doon than up,
So could y’ grant m’ fervent wish
Tha’ they win th’ Scottish Cup…”

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Th’ genie hesitated,
Turned it over in his mind,
Then said, “Sir please forgive me,
It’s not that I’m unkind,
I’d like to grant your football wish,
For you gave me back my life,
But on reflection think I’d better take
Another look at your wife…”

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/wishful-thinking/