Dream Sonnet

Aye t’was a beautiful breeze come a wafting through the trees, The bonnie belles carpeted under the green ivy all a climb, When along came me lassie, me favourite squeeze, And to be sure now I’ll have a time of it makin’ this rhyme. But I’ll not let that stop me, I’ll jest have me a nip, As I describe me fair dream and the swing of her hip, the coarse hair fairly bristling o’er her upper lip, And her dirty knickers hangin’ below her slip. Ah such a fair one me heart did skip; to her me mug I’ll tip! Couldn’t keep me hands off her as her nose begun to drip, She had dried dinner on her cheek; oh how she did sneeze! Whilst in girly fashion wiped her nose on her sleeve. Kin ya blame me barkeep? Can ya try an perceive? Why I woke in the night and started to heave?