Geordie

Geordie is ma brother; some say he is a hero! Me, ah ken better an’ his rating’s close tae zero! He likes tae hog the flair wi’ jokes oh say dreary’ Efter twenty meenits we grow a wee tadge weary. He has a better side but it’s hidden oot o’ sight, An’ onything he says, Ye’ve guessed, he is ayewis right! Ah’m no sayin’ he is stoopid, that wid be unkind; Aw he really needs is a kick up his behind. Hooever, he’s ma brither sae ah’m gi’en’ him some flack; Ah’m share that when he reads this he’ll gi’e me plenty back: Ah suppose ah really like him, weel jist a tiny bit, Even wi’ his awfy childish doonbeat wit! Ah should stope ma ramblin’s an tell ye somethin’ guid! It isna really true that his heed is made o’ wid; Naw, he’s truly brilliant….when he is far awa’, An’ talkin’ oan the telephone he’s like a babblin’ Craw. AYE FOLKS THAT’S MA BRITHER!!!!!! An’ ah love him!