
Scottish Word: Gowk.
Sic a wealthy gowk as yersel I widni let pass while ye heedlessly siller-blind remain. Nor blythely wid I greet the faithless man wha siller-dodges aw the while. So I tak this pike o snaw white-siller, … Continue reading Gowk.
Sic a wealthy gowk as yersel I widni let pass while ye heedlessly siller-blind remain. Nor blythely wid I greet the faithless man wha siller-dodges aw the while. So I tak this pike o snaw white-siller, … Continue reading Gowk.
Canni noo, canni, dinni be jooglin the stick, steady, steady. Tak a meenit, tak a meenit, chap it neat noo. Ye get this richt ye’ve won. Get it wrang wi yir cue baw fawin doon the … Continue reading Joogle.
Ye’ll hae tae ken the name o this form o poetry tae get the lauch. Coo’s eild ee luiks doun foo hope tae see green farin! Green watter. Joy! Aye. Translate: eild: barren, no longer producing … Continue reading Eild.
Staun bye chiels, I see the spune oan its wye. Get ready tae pit yer backs intae it eneuch tae strain them tuith bandits. Mak that fitwhirlie dirl tae clap the chafts richt weel. Translate: chaft: … Continue reading Chaft.
It’s awfie hamely o ye tae gie me a wee shottie fur the simmer. Yer a guid man Mr Flowerdew. I ayewis thoucht I’d like a go at butlering efter retiring frae gairdnerin. The extra siller’ll … Continue reading Hamely.
We aw ken a unicorn’s aye gonna lamp a lion. It’s scrivand. What girnels my kirn is thon sook oan its back thinkin he’s Erchie. Ahn the same goes fur the tumfie dirlit frae the shouders … Continue reading Lamp.
It’s the remains o Pirate Captain Windy Wuntle Windlestrae richt eneuch, preserved oer the years by his weel kent aboundant pushionous pumps. His peg leg sauf here anaw. Pirate Captain Windy Wuntle Windlestrae. [part 2 of … Continue reading Pushionous.
Thon giant zombie took me by surprise ye ken. I managed tae bash its brains oot wi my machete afore I realised I wiz wantin an erm. Guid job ah’m corrie fisted. It wisni till I … Continue reading Wantin an Erm.
Whits aw this stramash steerin up the stour o the tar o the playgroond fur. Whit are ye aw oot o yer boxes fur, Wha stairted it? Hae ye forgotten aw o yer social distancin trainin? … Continue reading Stramash.
Aye. Nithin like a ferdy hail-skinnt jogger tae kittle oor covid test midgies intae action. We’ll gie them an oor or twa runnin roond, if the loun can staun it, afore we test him tae see … Continue reading Kittle.