My latest offering – with a Scottish twist!
Delighted that the Scottish Book Trust included ‘The Wifey’ in their online Blether collection.
Can you relate? Doesn’t everyone know ‘The Wifey?’
The Wifey
She spoke too soon
Nuttin’ left unsaid
Her face said it aw
She never meant tae tell
She couldnae help hersel
Small town folk
Like small town talk
Curtain twitchin’ prizes
In bronze, silver ‘n gold
Medals fur mentions
Tales no tae be told
Sticks ’n stones
Cross yer heart ‘n hope tae die
Throw away the key
She couldnae help hersel
It wis an affliction
A close encounter addiction
The mind knew better
The mouth hud other ideas
She lacked self control
No such thing as secrets
No in this place
No wi’ her
Fulla good intentions
Chinese whisperer
Every soul a source
Nuttin’ wis sacred
No detail too small
She knew it aw
Infrared mind reader
Information extractor
Tale tellin’ extraordinaire
Undercover informer
Ye see ‘er comin’
There’s nae where tae run
She disnae walk
She floats towards ye
A silent assassin
She hus ye in ‘er sights
Target locked
Smile plastered ‘oan
Face fulla mock concern ‘n hope
It’s showtime…
‘How are ye?’ she enquires
Say fine ‘n keep movin’
Don’t look directly at it
Deid man walkin’
Whit she disnae know
She’ll make up anyway
Smile ‘n wave
Don’t engage
Cross the street
Keep movin’
Create a safe distance
Up the pace
Almost there noo
Celebrate yer narrow escape
Body’s in a state a’ close call collapse
Heart rate resumes
Relief comes in waves
Never again ye say
As ye wipe the sweat away
Must make mental note
Tae always
Always
Watch oot
Fur
The Wifey
