Where vultures used to roost

 

She was built like a brick shithouse

Ya,born with a silver spoon in her mouth

Her momma was like an old brown mouse

And her pa was just a slimy stuck up louse.

She was built like an old doghouse

On the top, sharp  vultures used to roost

Her brother has gone for a Dead Sea cruise

Her sister wants to let all hell break loose.

 

She was in for life with those smart spooks

A creepy horror in every nook

Her ma never learned her how to cook

She ain’t never even read a single book.

 

No aphrodisiac ain’t of much use

When the true Furies are on the loose.

Do what you can to cook thet goose

Ain’t so good to blow your own fuse.

 

No,those Furies are on the ball

They come looking for us one an’ all.

Keep your face hid and your ego small…

What’s thet dark shadow on your wall?

 

The past:my old Lancashire way of talking

We always called people in the family,our so and so,our  dad, our mam,our Lizzie.

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Why did dad die,our mam? Did God need ‘im,mam? What for?
Oh,be quiet our Kath an’ stop blatherin’ an’ ‘arpin’ on at mi like that…Am tired mekkin’ ye dinner an’ tea an’ our Annie’s commin’ too
Will we have petato cakes,mam?
Y’ll have nowt if ye keep on yappin’.
But,mam,I like talkin’. Why don’t you like it,mam?
Curiousity killed the cat.
No,mam it was you,You sent for that man from Vernon Street and ‘ad the cat and its kittens destroyed except fe our Ginger.
Now, stop tellin’ lies and do the washin’ up.
Am not tellin’ lies…A saw it
Ye’r a very naughty girl.. I’ll slap ye if ye don’t shut ye trap now.
Oh,Mam,don’t ‘it me. again..
Well,shurrup then.. do as yer told.. be a good girl.
Awlright,mam.Shall a wash up fe ye?
That’s right,yer a gud girl really.Just be#ave yerself and keep quiet.Ye nearly grown up now.A’ll show ye ‘ow to knit socks soon.. yr 9 now aren’t ye?
That I am,mam.Am a big girl
An’ ye brain’s too big…. go and mop the steps now and put the white stone on… it’ll be the toilet next.Clean it before grandad come

I remember you

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My Scottish Beauty. My Scottish Beauty.

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I remember you

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Old thoughts and poetry

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                  I remember you

You taught me what love was.
You taught me what  tenderness could be my  Scotland beauty.
You painted my world to a more beautiful place.
 Made my anger and disappointment fade away.
Your taught me. I was going to be okay.

You called me, dear and honey.
You were my old fashion gal in a fast pace world.
I was intoxicated by your beautiful brown eyes and auburn hair.
I knew paradise  in your kiss and in your embrace.

I told you once. I wanted you forever, wanted you to be my wife.
We made promises we could not keep.

I wonder how you did my Scotland beauty?
We never said the proper goodbye.
You got away from me and I believe you were…

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