Glasgow Artist by Motorhome
George Square Glasgow
The Duke of Wellington
The Duke of Wellington was an Anglo Irish general
Victorious at the Battle of Waterloo
In 1808 he assumed control of the allied forces
Forcing the occupying French to withdraw from Spain
When Napoleon abdicated he returned home a hero
He earned the nickname of the ‘Iron Duke’
After erecting iron shutters on his windows
To prevent them being smashed by angry crowds
Thirsting to extend the vast expanse of emptiness within his brain, Francie was asking Josie a question;
‘Josie, wis that guy, Wellington, really famous?’
‘Francie, I take it that ye’ve directed that particular question in my direction
Knowin’ fair well that yer big pal Josie will know the answer’
‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie’
‘Well, Francie, the big guy oan the hoarse wis very very famous
He was the first double glazin’ salesman in the country
But yer windies werenae thae rubbishy plastic things
They were made oot o’ iron, Francie, ye know?
That’s why they call him the ‘Iron Duke’ Francie, ye know?’
‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie’
Glasgow Kelvingrove Art Galleries and Museum
The Motorhomers had arrived at the Art Galleries, Phemie and Jessie were having none of it;
‘Aye, you two eejits can go and bust yer guts oan a’ thae stairs
We’ll jist wait in the cafeteria for ye tae come back
That’s tellin’ them, Phemie, isn’t it?’
‘Sure, Jessie, sure, Jessie’
The lads sauntered off carrying a bundle of information leaflets. They stopped at the painting of the crucifixtion;
‘Josie, that Dali wis a terrific painter!’
‘Francie, ye’ve suddenly awakened my interest
Am I about tae be enlightened by the brilliance o’ yer dullness?
So ye know somethin’ aboot Dali, tell me, Francie’
‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie
Him and me worked thegither as painters wi’ the Cooncil
He could paint yer bed-room ceilin’ in hauf an hoor
It only took him three quarters o’ an hoor for two coats
He wis magic, Josie’
‘Francie, Francie, that wee peep o’ gas that I thought I had detected has gone oot
That wis wee Jimmy Daly, Francie, no’ bliddy Dali. Ye know whit I mean, Francie?’
‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie’
Perhaps you would enjoy reading the adventures of Francie and Josie.
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