Enjoy Candays, as dictated to Grumps (aka Musselburgh poet and writer Roger McKillop).
In these dog days of summer, here’s an update on the life of a very special dog, that lovable Pomsky pup called Candy.
Enjoy Candays, as dictated to Grumps (aka Musselburgh poet and writer Roger McKillop).
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That Musselburgh rhymester Roger McKillop has mair bees in his bonnet than a Hielander wi’ his heid stuck in a hive. And in the current political climate in Scotland, who could blame him? On the 704th anniversary of the Battle of Bannockburn, here he is releasing some of those bees through a quartet of his latest poems. The Arithmetic o’ Hypocracy
D’ye mind their cries o’ indignation, When we micht hae tipped scale? “Scotland must not rule the South!” Yet wi’ D.U.P., their complaints fail! An’ gin we play Westminster’s game, O’ 59, we were aw’ but 3! It’s aw’ ridicule an’ Tory scorn, Nae amendments accepted frae S.N.P! We cannae win, hoo’er we vote, Except wi’ impotent resistance, We cannae keep oor Country safe, Agin “We’ll hae OOR way!” Insistence! “There’s nae Partnership! Ye’re jist a Part!” Gin this be “Union?” We maun depart! Consequences? Wull ye tell me, gin ye voted “Naw?” In guid faith, that ye’ll bide wi’ Britain, Did ye believe their vaunted “Vow”, Worth the paper, oan which it’s written? The Saltire, frae Scots goods, removed, Fir the Union, they think, it’s ower risky! When they obliterate oor Scottish brand, Then, wull ye buy Great British Whisky? When Fishin’s, yince again, been pawned, Polluted land, whaur it’s been fracked, Substandard foods pervade the shelves, They’ll say, yer vote, their actions backed! Wull it gie ye pause, fir some reflection, Oan votin’ “Aye,” fur oor Land’s protection? Priorities? Aye, there ye hae it, abundant, clear! “Ye can hae yer clamoured wee debate, Tae rant an’ rattle Scottish gums, Bit yer, empty, words are ower late!” “We’ve gie’n ye leave tae pontificate, While we sit doon tae watch the game, Then through the Lobby, we will troop!” Arrogant, righteous an’ devoid o’ shame! “Sae noo we‘ve set the precedent, Whit’er the views o’ Holyrood, Simply, we’ll gang oor ain gaite, An’ let ye aw’ jist moan an’ brood!” “As yer sovereignty gangs tae the wa’, We’ll bide in bars an’ watch fitba!” “An’ be the Nation again!” A hae ma doubts, that they agree, That Scotland is a Nation, Jist a malcontented region, Wha carp abin oor station! Twa Countries joined by treaty, As Equal partners we insist, Bit hoo can there be equality, Unless subjugation, we resist! Gin Scotland died in Seventeen seven, As wee Fluffy has avowed, Then, same, tae England, must apply, Bit he’d ne’er voice thon oot loud! Heed Scotland’s warin’, lest ye see, Whit happens “Daur’” ye “meddle wi’ me!” Musselburgh rhymester Roger McKillop has his dander up again. He has things to say about Scottish independence and some harsh words for a certain quisling family, all of which he has expressed in this new trio of poems called Triumpherant. Help ma Boab, it’ll be The Bruce and Comyn all over again! A Dumfries Declaration?
The Bruce, lang syne, in grey Dumfries, Pit paid tae Comyn’s treason, Wi’ “Hope ower Fear” insteed o’ blades, Fir it’s Fluffy’s, noo in season! Wi’ joy an’ humour, let us march, This quislin’ tae disgrace, Wi’ Scotland’s gauntlet thrown doon, Tae meet us face tae face! Bit we need nae alter, stained wi’ blood, Tae set oor Nation free, Jist the combined courage o’ oor folk, Fir aw’ the Warld tae see! When thralldom’s chains, at last are broke, Dumfries, again , hae seen the first stroke! Steppin’ Staines Gin ye want tae croass a river, Ye maun yaise each steppin’ staine, Yin step followed by anithir, Till the faur bank ye can gain! Some Staines micht slide or shoogle, Ithirs covers wi’ slime an’ weed, Gae balanced an’ shair fitted, Oor destination’s whaur they lead! Oor very unity o’ purpose, Is tae set oor Nation free, Then whit course, we steer, there-efter? We maun need tae wait an’ see! Wi’ Scot’s courage, flare an’ brain, Thon course, will be oor ain! Oliver McFluffy Yer jist a chip aff the auld bloack, Or maybe a crumb aff the beard, Ye certainly echo yer faithir, By talkin’ keich, it’s feared! Oor Merch, “Insulted Dumfries, An’ wis agin democracy?” Tae deny Scottish sovereignty, Is sleekit, Tory, hipocracy! Oo merched wi’ hope an’ joy, Oo were open an’ inclusive, Smiled at oor, few, detractors, Nae maitter hoo abusive! Fir Indy 2, yer bile an’ spite, Gangs tae whet oor appetite! We don’t normally do poetry, but when that Musselburgh rhymester Roger McKillop gets his dander up about a certain will-o’-the-wisp politician, we’re scared to refuse! So, appropriately on Burns Day, here is Roger with a trio of poems that he accurately calls a Triumvi-rant. Unlucky Number!
Oor useless Baker’s Dozen, Surrendered tae the whips, Despite their protestations, Impotently, dropped frae lips! They meekly followed orders, Jist like driven kye, Exposin’ their ain Country, Tae every Tory lie! Bit were they no’ elected, Tae defend their native folk, In impotence an’ leaderless Proved them jist a joke? “Unamended”, weak an’ stuffy. Jist whaur the feck wis Fluffy? Nemo mi impune lacessit!! Oor Devolution destruction’s, The foul Tories plan, An’ maun be opposed Wi’ aw’ the vigour that we can! Reject their hypocrisy, An’ self-righteous contempt, Tae aw’ opposition, They deem, they’re exempt! Scots people are sovereign, Frae Arbroath, we declared, We’ll choose oor ain leaders, We’re nae Nation run scared! Mark weel, lest vengeance, ye see, Gin ye “daur meddle wi’ me!” Team Fluffy? Frae the useless Baker’s Dozen, Is thon the best that they can dae? A snivellin’, weak, incompetent, Wha’d ne’er be “picked tae play!” When wi’ a choice, o’ yin frae yin, They drafted in a ringer! A Meenister jist oan sufferance, An’ unloved, unwanted minger! He’s noo tryin’ tae graw an’ Empire, Tae gie credence tae his place, As Westminster’s Viceroy, Oor Parliament tae replace? Wi’ Holyrood, he maun na’ compete, Sae mak’ his office obsolete! Musselburgh poet and writer Roger McKillop returns to McStorytellers today with an update on the life of that lovable Pomsky pup called Candy.
Meet the Sistine Sisters. You’ll love them both! We don’t normally publish poems and songs, but when the patriotic fervour comes over poet, writer and regular McStoryteller Roger McKillop, we jist cannae help it! So here’s Roger’s latest poem (composed, incidentally, before yesterday’s #GE17 announcement), which can be sung to the tune of Hamish Henderson’s Freedom Come-All-Ye. Enjoy! Let Freedom Cam’ Tae Ye
Roch their Warld in oor new day’s dawnin’, Blaw oor chains, “heelster-gowdie,” aw’ away, Freedom’s winds noo sae strangly blawin’, Through brave he’rts o’ oor folk the day! They’re thouchts that’ll tak’ nae thrawin’s, By thon rogues, wha wad oor Land betray, We’ll tak’ oor road “an’ seek ithir loanins”, Whaur Westminster will sport nae sway! Heed nae mair, “Wee, Pair an’ Stupid!” In boorish arrogance, let them craw, Oor weans, no’ brocht up in thraldom, Will mak’ oor land bounteous an’ braw. Broken faith wi’ this land they’ve herriet, Will rape, Scotland the meek, “nae mair, nae mair!” Jock Thamson’s bairns aw’ thegithir mairriet. Expose driech spirits, fell mean an’ bare! Sae cam’ aw’ ye wha cherish freedom, Ne’er thole propaganda’s croaks o’ doom, Mak’ a land o’ warm, honest welcome, Whaur Business, Bairns an’ Beauty bloom! When the Scots greet Warld in friendship, These truths we’ll proudly preach an’ groom, When “Man tae Man” can aw’ bide as brithirs, “Dings the fell gallows o’ their burghers doom! Musselburgh poet and writer Roger McKillop returns to McStorytellers today with an update on the life of that lovable Pomsky pup called Candy.
Enjoy Candy’s New House. She does! Musselburgh poet and writer Roger McKillop has been warming up for this week’s St Andrew’s Day celebrations. After listening to a song by his heroes of music, The Corries, he was inspired to pen a patriotic poem which asks of Scotland: Liberty?
Enjoy! Our treat for you today is the third and final part of Musselburgh poet and writer Roger McKillop’s heart-warming chronicle of the adventures of a lovable Pomsky pup called Candy.
Enjoy Candy Abroad. And if you missed the earlier parts, you’ll find them at One of Eight and Candy? Our story yesterday was heart-breaking. Today’s tale (or is that tail?) is heart-warming, featuring the further adventures of that lovable Pomsky pup, as related by Musselburgh poet and writer Roger McKillop.
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McBlog AuthorBrendan Gisby is McStoryteller-in-Residence. He's the author of four novels, three biographies and several short story collections. The McStorytellers
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