Poetry

Boxing Day Dip

The weather is canny like-
Me and me marra together,
Gannin' to the beach
For a plodge. It may be canny cold
But it's boxing day, it's what we do

One hand of ket another holdin' my balls-
It is cold I do want some clothes like.
Sticking the sweets in me gob I run-
Run tee the sea

The gadgie next to me- freak of the town-
Gannin' to the netty next to me
Me marra is disgusted and plodges out

Now the rain stotts our heeds-
And we layer up in gansey's
Bottomless we had tee the bus-
"Divint get on me bus marra"

Now we wade through the clarty puddles like-
Bairns. Inseparable.
We get all clarty but that's just fun-
Don't tell me, mam,

It's boxing day, I can't wait-
To eat the leftover Christmas bait