Said Seamus to his wife, with a wink
Since I cannae go out for a drink
I'm sure me and you
Can find something to do
Let me hug you, while both of us think
Categories:
cannae, home, ireland, marriage, romance,
Form: Limerick
A dinae ken ma purage frae ma ale
Ma heed is burlin roon, a canae stan’
A’m no the yin tae swalie toast sae stale
an’ cannae yet get up withoot a han’
Categories:
cannae, drink,
Form: Rhyme
The road home from Glasgow airport
Tyres in front crying on my windscreen
Combine with the pain from the dark clouds
That blanket the horizon
Make a misty view.
Hard to see
The wipers cannae keep up.
A difficult road to drive
Many lanes to cross
Many emotions to deal with.
Getting closer to home.
Less tyre spray
Clouds breaking up.
I'll see him again.
Categories:
cannae, family,
Form: Free verse
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 so much tae see,
Doon past Dumbarton Castle,
A magic sight tae me,
Sailing past Helensburgh,
An roon the bend,
We could see the Holy Loch,
On this Glesga fair weekend,
The sun wis shinin brightly,
As we entered quaint Dunoon,
Wae its tea rooms and its cafes,
We wid go an eat ther soon,
Fish n chips fur dinner,
An a big ice cream tae end,
A walk aboot the shops,
An a postcerd we wid send,
An later on aboot eight o'clock,
We steamed away once more,
Up the Clyde tae Glesga,
Alang the rivers shore,
Wae a couple a drams an the music,
The trip hid been jist braw,
A sail doon the Clyde on the Waverley,
Ye jist cannae beat it at awe.
Categories:
cannae, adventure, places, sea,
Form: Rhyme