On the Road From Banff To Buckie
I met a spicy young lassie
on the road from Banff to Buckie
Her eyes were full of sparkle.
I thought I might get lucky.
Polite chit chat over cola.
With a nip of apricot brandy.
Her demeanor and wit quite trendy
yet, keeping composure handy.
The short of my story is this.
I married that lass in the spring.
Her eyes are still full of sparkle.
No longer a bird on the wing.
We met between Banff and Buckie.
Now an old married lady in Leith,
as Edinburgh casts its shadow,
her tenure is framed in gold leaf.
© Apr 16 2011 CGH
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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