Ah clocked thee sausage supper there
Ah looked at thee without a care
Thy are my tea – I must prepare
Thy on my plate
A hiv tae eat, it’s only fair
HA! It is your fate.
You’re freshly out of the hot oven
Only to me was your goodness given
It’s clearly better than some mutton
So I will eat
They aren’t as good when bought in London
Och, it’s a treat.
Thee supplements are really greasy
And thy has a golden glazey
Oh, ah want tae eat you baby
Thy are some chips
Oh, ah want tae eat you honey
Yer curly hips.
by James L