A Glesga Setterday Nicht

“Gaun an bile yer heid” he bawled oot, As he stood in the middle o the cobbled street. Tae nae yin in particular. Did he vent his anger. Fu as a whaulk he staggered and swayed Wan pin rooted tae the graun, Ither yin moved like a dervish, Gaun naewhaur fast. He should of been hame Wi his wifie and weans But naw he insisted Wi a wee refreshment wi his pals. Jist a hauf an a hauf an a wee blether Pittin the world tae rights. But man the craik was brill that nicht Whit a pity it ended in a fecht. Nothing though like the fecht He wid huv when at home. His wifie stood livid at the door Tears a dripping ontae the floor Weans moaning and bawling Nae dinner again old mans supping fu. Setterday nicht in Glasga toon Lying sprawled an fu unner the moon, ©Andrew P McIntyre 2015-05-28.