This is My attempt at poetry (shite, obv.), nicked from Burns ;)
(in the style of to a louse.)
Haw, where you gawn, Ye horrid lassie,
Ye're lucky that nae cunt has glass'd ye,
I cannae say, but they look past ye,
Wi' THAT face.
Aw SHIT! Ye dinnae scran sparsely,
In the fast fid place.
Ye Nasty, Creepy, slimy wumman
two faced,ratty, hen, you're hummin!
how daur ye place your ain decision,
on aw us folk.
go somewhere else and hide your face
It gies me boke!
Ooft, In some sideshow scuttle,
there you'll be suited, wi' them in total,
Your ither kindred-
Ither cattle.
in herds and fields.
Where neither man nor wumman dare unveil,
Your mucky pail. *bokes again*
Noo joost you wait, ya fly by night,
beneath thae fatty rolls...Snug. And tight *boke*
Ach, hen, you're joost no right,
You've got tae be on it...
the very tapmost towrin height,
of yir high horse.
O wad some power the giftie gie ye,
tae see yourself, as ithers see ye,
It wid frae many fuckups free ye,
ya daft cunt.
away an' bile yer heed,
ya ugly munt.
this one goes out to all the bouncers ;)
