Best Wis Poems

Wat is th point of thes silent letters?

We se them evryda but they hav no purpos.
No wis thing to sa caus they hav
no voic.

Her to...

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Wur in RE an the nuns are gien                 ...

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Whorls of smoke mock the void of the heavens; in a wiggling ascent 
With lusting waists of a samba decent.
Turmoil combs the fragile mane of...

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My Mother
Mary Ann Dow Gardiner

Mary Ann Dow Stuart wis her maiden name,
Noo, she wisnae a Scoatish Lass o' fame.
Born in nineteen hunner an' five on...

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Hawk-teuchin   -   spitting up phlegm
Nimmer            -   dinner
Gundie-guts ...

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Devonshire tea with Peter an' Beryl, beware,
it's no the fact that Peter disnae care.
But 88 years doon the track o' life,
an' 84 years fur Beryl,...

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This is based on a story about David 'Deacon' Brown The Open Golf Champion of 1886 at
Musselburgh, Scotland.





Davy wis a genius

at climbin' up an' doon.

A...

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Ah had a aulder bruther whin ah wis wee,
ah wis five then an' he -wis nine yea see.
A tendid tae follow him aboot,
bit bein' aulder...

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Jean, Jean wis young an' alive till Ah gied her tatties and neeps;
Noo she's bein' seek as a dug, it fairly gies me the creeps.

Bonnie...

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if u r thr nw, h/i WIS
go2 th str & $ moo.
WNS br +

no frgt 2 $ moo 2day.
IN moo 4 cfe.
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If you...

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Sailin doon the watter,
Frae Glesga tae Dunoon,
Wae the paddles at thur fullest,
We'd get ther awfy soon,

The music played as we stood on deck,
An the sights...

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Canny remember this Lass's name,
but fur the poem's sake let's assume she's Jane.
'Jane ' this per wee soul had fingers lighter than a blidy feather,
aw...

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She wid bustle aboot; she liked tae get oot,
        did Annie.
       ...

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A fearsome gale tearing through Torry,

Took young Dot and Tyson away.

She met a dodger, drunk and ned as well,

Stuck for words, whit wid she say?

...

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Sound of a song softly sung rose in the air and through windows
Barred to let air and light in and little else.
A lament sung in...

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