Some say West is best
But A go wie the rest
Next time A will refuse
Tae live in a constant deluge
Even the news
Is hardly worth much
Except yon meal last night,
Thank God A’m goin Dutch.
Sae the bulletins will hae tae be cut
An the newsroom firmly shut
Till yer man can get back tae the East
An present ye wie anither great feast
O news in brief
Maistly fae Leif.
Author: Alan Addison
AddNib 64
10th May
Andy’s Munro’s oan the go
Fir a $195 million she puts oan a show
Fuel poverty strikes the lowest paid
That’s a surprise the Chancerlor said
Didn’t know that at all
Perhaps they’ll not get to the ball,
In aid of the funds for that Warhol?
AddNib’s Weather WARNING
Wa tae wa showers
Disguise aw the flowers
That we ca oers
It’s just a well the thistle
Can blew it’s ain whistle!
AddNib 63
9th May
Ross disnae gie a toss,
Says he’ll stay as leader
Get the bairn that new feeder
It’s sic a greedy bleeder!
Airline taks seats fae craft
Gien nair staff the redundancy draft
A move decided by a clown,
Lost only them that wir sittin down.
AddNib’s Weather WARNING
In the East mere pitter patter,
In the West it’s splodge an splatter
If yer hame it disnae matter,
Sittin aroond an haen a natter.
But heed ma WARNING
Stay oot the fridge
Or ye micht get fatter!
AddNib 62
7th May
Tories tak a hammering
PM left stammering
“Sae whit’s new?” asks you.
Tis no lang till he’s oan the bru.
Starmer’s a richt warmer
Quaffin an laughin they say,
Keeks like a queue at the bru the day.
AddNib’s Weather WARNING
If ye dare wear yer Foster Grant’s
A skimpy tee an skinnier pants
Yer sure tae come asunder.
A’m no sayn it will thunder, quite,
But ye’ll gie folk an awfie fright
Fir the cloods the day will mak it feel like night.
AddNib 61
6th May
Tories losing tables an chairs,
Headin doon the apples an pears
Somethin they’ll hate
Alang the path an oot the party gate.
AddNib’s Weather WARNING
Dreich again
Wie lots o rain
Ye’ll think nae guid at aw,
But at least it isnae snaw.
AddNib 60
5th May
High street isnae deid
Merely minor cuts and internal bleed
Says the CEO
A faimly man in the know.
Spring hae shifted by three weeks
Accordin tae yon things wie beaks,
Hard tae mak thir siller,
Aince thir oot o caterpiller.
Noo they mak a different tweet,
An Spring lamb in Summer bleat.
AddNib’s Weather WARNING
Aye, seasons changin richt enough,
An no just the burds can fin it tough
Meteorologists tae are seik
Wondering if it’s noo or last week.π
AddNib 59
4th May
Hopes an fear
As elections draw near,
Or jist mair o the same
Wie naebdie tae blame
So mind an be kind
If e’er ain ye can find.
Big Yin does it again,
Lang micht his presence reign
A’d vote for him an aw,
An nae Cooncillor a ta!
AddNib’s Weather WARNING
May’s a richt washoot an cauld
Or is it A’m getting auld,
The joints and digits sair,
A cannae tak much mair –
A just wish A could fly
A’d shoot aff tae Dubai.
AddNib 58
2nd May
A murmuring o stars
Gather in the cafes an bars
In guid auld NY city
My they sure look pretty.π
A trader caused the market crash,
Threw portfolio in the trash
Mistook it for his half chewed dog
Causin the index tae lose a cog.
AddNib’s Weather WARNING
Whit happened tae May?
The blessed sun hae gaun away
Splutter, choke, crash an fizzle,
Aw wir left wie, damp an drizzle.
AddNib 57
30th April
Ne’re mind aboot the weather,
Venus an Jupiter hae goat it thegither.
Ken whaer A’ll be headin-
Ayways preferred a Saturday weddin.π
Chancerlor gans back oan his word,
Na, impossible, that’s absurd
MPs dinnae lie,
Or treat folk tae pie in the sky.
No like that bloke fae York,
Haen a tongue like a spiked fork.
AddNib’s Weather WARNING
The trouble wie rain the day,
Ye’ll no ken if it’s the dew o May
When ra morra ye bow yer head,
It micht be Sunday’s rain instead.π
AddNib 56
29th April
Lynx could be broucht back,π
So tak care if yer oot oan a track
Their favourite grub is walkers,
Game keepers an stalkers!π¨βπΎ
No Mow May
Says leave yer grass the day,
An ra morra tae
An aw the floers will blossom
An micht help hide yon possum,
Or wis it a lynx ye’ll find?
Tae be honest, A cannae mind.π
AddNib’s Weather WARNING
Watch when hingin oot yer claithes
In yon bright an sunny days
Ye dinnae tred oan wild floers
Or disturb yon cat –
As in yer gress it coers.π