Done Being Dreich

I noticed as I strolled across the park,

It wisne raining, it wisnae dark,

And folk were sitting all around,

On blankets, benches and on the ground.

It cannae be May, I said tae myself

As I put the woolies on yon shelf,

And donned the shorts, (a wee bit tighter)

I put that down tae that all-nighter.

Think I’ll put them on the day,

Tae wander through the darling buds o May.

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