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.