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A Smile to Remember – Glesca Style

McKowski’s legacy

We hud these tadpoles goin’ roon an roon
in a jeely-jor on the side near the black-oot curtains
cuvrin the aluminium windaes, an’
ma maw, aye beamin n’ wantin us aw
tae be brand new. “Geeza grin, wee Danny Boy!”
Knew her stuff, ma maw. Better than a mizrable bam.
But ma Da kept blooterin me n’ her a brace a week
Steamin inside his five fit nine, coz he coodnae
suss the bile inside that irked him.

Ma maw, poor wee tadpole
Wantin’ tae be a frog, pummelt like clockwork
Cheshire catin’ it, “Chin up Danny boy,
Shoaz ’em pearlies?”

She led the way, wi a smile tae gi
the dentist nightmares.

Wan day, aw the tadpoles snuffed it. Whole lotty them.
Bottom o the jeely-jor, wee legs nearly developed
Deed.
Ma Da came hame, ate wan hissel’,
threw the rest tae the dug
n’ there’s wur maw. Smilin’ fur the gold medal.

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  1. ★★★★★

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