The Scots Woman

When she opened her gob
Strange words came out
I thought I got the gist of it
But came to realise in fact
I didn’t understand a thing
Interspersed with words I knew
Were foreign sounds
Meant to be words
With meaning and all
I believe by the end of the conversation
I cannae – that is cannot
Tell you what was said
But I can say that I was
Rightly knackered
And looking for my bed

Debbie Gravett © 2017.04.29

via Daily Prompt: Knackered

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