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Poetry
Frank McNie's Poems


Coords Weapon

It wis three days efter the tryst at Creif, Rob and his men wur makit weelcome at the hoose O John McNie at the Port O Menteith. Wi wur aw treetit tae a great feed O perch fae the lake, washit doon wi McNie’s "Wicket Broo."

It wis aboot the oor whin aw guid folk are tucked awa fir the nicht. Rob stid up oan his pins woblin licht a furn on toap O a hill oan a sleekit day. He oardird thit aw aboot him be atentit, fur he wis aboot tae mac a proclimayshun.

"Fi this day furrit oany mon foonit tae hae violatit a Greegar wuman wul hae his tackle feedit tae the perch swamin aboot yon Lake O Menteith". This wurds wis meetit wi great guffaws.

But a dare say tae this very day yul no meet a MacGregor Mon thit wad eat O the perch fi yon Lake O Menteith fir fear he micht be eatin the teeniest pert O a coords weapon.

Oany mon foond sae sleekit
tae violate oor weeman meekit
wul ha his tackle feedit
tae oany perch wad eatit
in yon Lake Menteithit.


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