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A wee poem

Started by Suki1312, March 30, 2014, 05:55:24 PM

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Suki1312

Seen this on another forum , Thought it was on the money  :D

A wee fishing poem found in a local news paper from April 1938.
Written by James D Davidson from Douglas water

The fishin season here again,
Tam Bounce wis high glee;
Tam claimed tae be a great expert
Wi "minnin," "worm," and "flee."
His bocht Tam a new rig-oot:
A line, a rod and reel,
New waders, boots and landin net-
Tam wis a costly chiel.
New tackle and new basket, tae,
For mair Tam coulna wish;
He swaggered tae his wife he'd hae
Nae mercy on the fish.
His wife warned Tam, "twas faur too caul'.
"Na, na" said Tam, "nae fear;
Forby the troots are easy catched
At this time o year"
Tae hear Tam spin his fishin' tales
it is a prefect scream,
The hauls o' troots that he has taen
from oot the ripplin' stream.
Hooever, this particular day
Things disna jist pan oot:
For thou' Tam fished the whole day long,
He never catched a troot.
He tried the "minnin," tried the "worm,"
And then he tried the "flee,"
Until at last he got fed up
And swore they couldnae see.
His patience had been sorely tried;
Alas ! it was no excuse;
He thocht the next best he could dae
Wis furnish an ecuse.
He bundled up and made hame,
A disappointed man:
he poured his wrath oot on the troots
As only fishers can.
And then, on his arrival hame.
He said tae his guidwife,
"Weel, Jean that's jist the worst day
I hae fished in my life.
Ma minnins they were raither big,
Ma worms jist raither wee,
Ma flees were tied wi colours wrang,
Ma plans gaed a agee.
and you were richt, 'twas faur too col'.
The watter faur too black;
But, Jean I'll swear they'll pay for this
The next day I gang back."
"Ache aye," said Jean, "tis naething new,
I've heard yer tales afore;
Get aff yer fishin gear, and leave them
Oot a-hin the door.
Then tak yer tea, and say nae mair,
And gle's a wink O' peace
The mair ye sit there and tell yer lies,;
The mair ye sins increase
Wi' a' yer new rigoot, ma man,
I ken ye got yer wish;
But jist be honest, tell the truth,
And say ye canna fish."
Every day is a school day

Inchlaggan

'til a voice as bad as conscience,
rang interminable changes,
on an everlasting whisper,
day and night repeated so-
"Something hidden, go and find it,
Go and look beyond the ranges,
Something lost beyond the ranges,
Lost and waiting for you,
Go."

Bobfly

Best not let the misses see that one !!
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scoobyscott

Lol somethings never change

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