The Cow and the Photographer
Edinburgh Revisited
English - October 14, 2019 13:00 - 1 minute - 1.07 MBBooks Arts Performing Arts edinburgh; fringe edinburgh castle edinburgh festival poetry ledingham edinburgh revisited Homepage Download Apple Podcasts Google Podcasts Overcast Castro Pocket Casts RSS feed
The cow and the photographer
Beddit in ma comfy grund
Chowin’ on ma dreams
I spied ye wi ma half shut ee
An’ heard yer pechs and groans.
As on ye struggl’t up ma hill
An’ heft up oan yer back
A monster wi three legs or mair
Came climbin’ oot yer sack.
A many splindered whirligig
It danced upon the rocks
Until ye got the better o’ it
An’ tied it doon wi blocks
The horny-goloch wisnae beat
Its legs it push’d an’ sprouted
An’ afore I even kent ma’sel
I had hupped and shouted.
But as the sun began to rise
It clutched ye tae its breest
Despite ma warnings and ma cries
It wis aboot tae feast.
So up I stotted tae yer aid
I couldnae tak nae mair
An’ looked the beastie in the eye
An’ gied ma cauldest stare.
But whit a stramash did ye stir
Ye shouted, screamed and cried
An’ then ye picked a muckle stane
An’ at ma heid ye shied.
Weel patience din I charged ye baith
It folded wi’ a shunt
An’ you ye graceless donnert man
Went fleein’ wi a dunt.
An’ galloped aff wi scittered shanks
Yer breek arse at yer ankles
Wi’oot a single word o’ thanks
As the monster lay in fankles.