Seagulls on Windermere by Motorhome
M V Teal on Lake Windermere
Motorhomers, take a cruise on the Lake, it’s magic!
The motor vessel approaching Bowness
Two foreign tourists are having a whisky at the afternoon tea-dance;
‘Josie, I fair enjoyed oor day oot at sea today!’
‘We werenae oot at sea, Francie, that wis jist a big bit o’ watter, ye eejit’
‘If that wisnae the sea, Josie, then whit were a’ thae seagulls daein’ there?’
‘Francie, gonnae go and get us anither whisky? Francie, make mine a double’
‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie’
The Glesga Kiss.
I remember my first kiss like it wis only yesterday
An’ I’ve goat the marks across my foreheid jist tae prove it
It wis in the West End Ballroom it’s nae longer there they say
An’ I’m glad the Glesga Cooncil decided tae move it
There wis this wee blonde wumman she looked a guid wee dancer
So I dashed across the flerr at considerable speed
The wumman saw me comin’ sayin’ ‘Here’s that bow-legged chancer’
An’ she hit me oan the napper wi’ her heid
I cannae remember her name, och, it’s a’ the bliddy same
I’m bein’ hurled aroon’ the Royal oan a barra
My shirt’s a’ fu’ o’ bleed wi’ fifteen stitches oan my heid
The doctor says I’ll no’ see for days because o’ her mascara
I swore it wid be the last time I’d be goin’ tae the dancin’
There surely must be a safer way tae carry oan romancing.’
Perhaps you would enjoy reading the adventures of Francie and Josie.
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