Montins Uv Loove

Thir montins that stooid beffoir me Ma lassie milk soumes breasts Ah leid upoun heir ballye ye sei Fir the displey uv heir peaks are the best Ma lassie ballye moves up and doon As the watters on the occeane Bwte thir fyrmeness if ma lassie’s mounds And ma lassie’s nosthrils blaw betwixt them a coul wynd Ah knou theer ayre seevan wondirs Thir warld is prude tae shaw Bwte thir onis thit ah laye undyr Na oni ells wull evir knou Original poem: The mountains that stood before me Her creamy white breasts I lay upon a belly you see For the view of her summits are the best Her belly moves up and down As the waters on the seas But the stillness of her mounds And her nostrils blow between them a cool breeze I know there are seven wonders The world it proud to show But the ones that I lay under No one else will ever know (Sista's Bloody Sista's/ England, Scotland, Wales & Ireland. Deborah Guzzi contest)