A Scot' s Lament fur her American Fellows (Oan their election of a tangerine gabshite

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A New Zealand poetry competition has been taken out by a Scottish poet poking fun at Donald Trump.

The piece won the Robert Burns Poetry Competition organised by the Dunedin Public Libraries and The Dunedin Burns Club.


America, aw whit ye dain?!
How could ye choose a clueless wain
Ti lead yir country? Who wid trust
A man sae vile?!
A racist, sexist eedjit
Wi a shite hairstyle?

Yet lo, ye votit (michty me!)
Ti hawn' this walloper the key
Ti pow'r supreme, ti stert his hateful,
Cruel regime.
A cling ti hope that this is aw
Jist wan bad dream.

But naw, the nightmare has come true,
A curse upon rid, white an' blue,
An' those who cast oot Bernie
Must feel sitch regret
Fur thinkin' Mrs. Clinton
Was a safer bet.

So noo we wait ti see unfold
Division an' intolerance, cold;
A pois'nous bigotry untold
Since Hitler's rule
As the free world' s hopes an' dreams
Lie with this fool.

Alas, complainin' wullnae change
The fact this diddy has free range
Ti ride roughshod ow'r human beings
That fall outside
The cretinous ideals borne of
His ugly pride.

Awch USA, we feel yir woes
An' pour oor wee herts oot ti those
Who ken this oarange gabshite isnae
Who they chose,
But jist sit tight;
Trump's cluelessness
Will time expose.

Fur sittin' there beside Obama
Efter the election drama,
Trump looked like reality
Had finally hit:
Aboot the role of president
He knew Jack shit.

Poutin', glaikit through this farce,
His mooth wis pursed up like an arse,
His Tangoed coupon glowin' like
A skelped backside.
Despite all his bravado
Trump looked keen ti hide.

Let's therefur no despair an' greet,
Or see this outcome as defeat.
Let's wait an' watch this bampot
Flap his hawns an' squirm
When presidential pressures
Crush him like a worm.

Hawd oan ti values you hold dear,
Don't let this numpty bring yi fear,
His chants of hatred don't speak fur
The human race.
Love will endure despite this
Oarange-faced disgrace.

So USA, in ma conclusion,
Know we Scots feel your confusion:
We are also chained ti those
Not of oor choosin' .
Stand firm fur unity will break
Through Trump's delusion.
 
Oh, I loved it. How great. I had to read some lines a few times over to understand. Thank you for posting.

oarange gabshite

Beautiful. He is an arse-mouth.
 
As an avid supporter of local lingo, I approve of this poem.

So delightfully fun and LIT. (I asked the kids how to describe in one word that something is awesome and they said LIT)
 
A Scot's Lament? I would like to think that Lorna would be less concerned with the policies of President Donald Trump & more concerned with the fact that Scottish men wear skirts.
 
'Gabshite' is irish pikey, No Scots.
The Skirts are to antagonize and cause emotional devastation
To those on the receiving end of a 'Bashin' from a kilt wearer.

'Where the men are men an the sheep are scared'.
 
It's Scots. Linguists consider it not a dialect of English, but a separate language with common roots. Not to be confused with the Celtic language of Scots Gaelic.

Technically, "Braid Scots" .. a Lowland dialect spoken mainly in the Glasgow/Ayrshire region, historically.

Mum was born in Partick, but lived and was educated in Edinburgh, before emigrating to Canada, She absolutely HATED that I had all of Billy's records, and at one time could do "The Crucifixion" pairfuctly... :D
 
'Gabshite' is irish pikey, No Scots.
The Skirts are to antagonize and cause emotional devastation
To those on the receiving end of a 'Bashin' from a kilt wearer.

'Where the men are men an the sheep are scared'.

And why do Scotsmen wear kilts?

Because sheep can hear zippers!
 
It's Scots. Linguists consider it not a dialect of English, but a separate language with common roots. Not to be confused with the Celtic language of Scots Gaelic.
I never knew before that I can read and understand Scots. And I didn't have to study.
 
I found it easy to read but I'm good at dialects. What I am confused about is the despair about someone who has been in office for a week.
 
I found it easy to read but I'm good at dialects. What I am confused about is the despair about someone who has been in office for a week.

Not if you have been paying any attention at all for the past year, you're not.
 
Not if you have been paying any attention at all for the past year, you're not.

I have watched enough candidates run for office that I know all the promises they make on the campaign trail rarely come true. I am giving Trump some time to actually do something before I hate him.
 
As an avid supporter of local lingo, I approve of this poem.

So delightfully fun and LIT. (I asked the kids how to describe in one word that something is awesome and they said LIT)

But do the Scots like to be reminded that Trump is half Scot himself?;)
 
A ginge that wears a sporran on his Head is truly a lowland heehaw.

But his mum came from Tong a few miles north of Stornaway on the Isle of Lewis. You can't get any more Scottish than that. They still speak Gaelic rather than English up there so, Trump probably has more connection with Scotland than most who claim to be Scottish. :D

He certainly has a far greater proportion of British blood than the British Royal family.
 
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