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Why Do Ye Smile?

( a Scottish sonnet, yano )
 
 
The worldís such a mess so why do ye smile?
Thereís smoke in my face, I cannae see why.
You crawl on the ground, you must be a beast,
Iíll set light the house and have me a feast!
 
Before I do that, Iíll fatten you up,
With haggis Iíll stuff until you erupt.
Iíll roast you alive, I wonít kill you deed,
And fix up some chips to have on the seed.
 
Sae what do ye think me sheep bladder scruff,
Yer tempíratureís right, I think itís enough.
Just sit on yer erse, you look kinda pale,
As this is a first, Iíll pour us some ale.
 
Later, letís have something special to eat;
Warmed-over haggis the next time we meet.
 
Jade-Pandora
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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Author's Note
Took the trophy in David Macleodís ďCafe Critique 3 The Sonnetď.

Scottish words:
erse = ass
Took the trophy in David Macleodís ďCafe Critique 3 The Sonnetď.

Scottish words:
erse = ass
deed = dead
seed = side[lol]
Sae = so
cannae = can not
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