does anybody know a very short Scottish poem?

Answer 1

By Alexander Scott:

ISN'T IT SEMANTIC?
Glasgow's Males Batter.
Glasgow's Smiles Bitter.

SCOTCH EDUCATION
I tellt ye
I tellt ye.

Answer 2

Short Scottish Poems

Answer 3

"Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time."

William Topaz McGonagall

Answer 4

Maybe not short enough?

"The Scottish Emigrant's Farewell

Alexander Hume (1811-1859

Fareweel, fareweel, my native hame,
Thy lanely glens and heath-clad mountains!
Fareweel thy fields o' storied fame,
Thy leafy shaws and sparkling fountains.
Nae mair I'll climb the Pentlands steep,
Nor wander by the Esk's clear river;
I seek a hame far o'er the deep-
My native land, fareweel for ever!
Thou land wi' love and freedom crowned,
In ilk wee cot and lordly dwelling
May manly-hearted youth be found,
And maids in every grace excelling.
The land where Bruce and Wallace wight
For freedom fought in days o' danger,
Ne'er crouched to proud usurping might,
But foremost stood, wrong's stern avenger.

Though far frae thee, my native shore,
And tossed on life's tempestuous ocean,
My heart-aye Scottish to the core-
Shall cling to thee wi' warm devotion.
And while the waving Heather grows,
And onward rows the winding river,
The toast be "Scotland's broomy knowes,
Her mountains, rocks, and glens forever!"

Here's a shorter one:

Poem

And if it snowed and snow covered the drive
he took a spade and tossed it to one side.
And always tucked his daughter up at night
And slippered her the one time that she lied.
And every week he tipped up half his wage.
And what he didn't spend each week he saved.
And praised his wife for every meal she made.
And once, for laughing, punched her in the face.

And for his mum he hired a private nurse.
And every Sunday taxied her to church.
And he blubbed when she went from bad to worse.
And twice he lifted ten quid from her purse.

Here's how they rated him when they looked back:
sometimes he did this, sometimes he did that.

Simon Armitage

Try the second link for a bunch of Simon Armitage's poems; he tends to write very short ones.

Answer 5

There was a young man named Paul,
Who had an octagonal ball,
The square of its weight,
Its cube plus eight,
Is his phone number, give him a call!

Answer 6

dear Hannah,time no less than space
keeps us firmly in our place
i being old and sluggish here
and you being so bright and recent there
a here and there now far apart
centuries oceans but take hearts
that by one miracle we are
alone together on a star
i dearly love,love fondly you.
(sean rafferty born dumfriesshire 1909)

Answer 7

Such a wretch was Wat,
Such a miscreant slave,
That the Worms even damned him
In his Grave.
"In his flesh there's a famine."
One reptile cried.
"And his heart is rank poison."
Another replied.

Robert Burns

Answer 8

"To" by Robert Burns

Sir,

Yours this moment I unseal,

And faith I'm gay and hearty!
To tell the truth and shame the deil,
I am as fou as Bartie:
But Foorsday, sir, my promise leal,
Expect me o' your partie,
If on a beastie I can speel,
Or hurl in a cartie.

Yours,

Robert Burns.

Answer 9

He he... this ones by Robert Burns, I just thought the title was funny... its called "C*ck Up Your Beaver"!!

When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,
He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown,
But now he has gotten a hat and a feather -
Hey, brave Johnie lad, c*ck up your beaver!

C*ck up your beaver, and c*ck it fu' sprush!
We'll over the border and gie them a brush:
There's somebody there we'll teach better behavior -
Hey, brave Johnie lad, c*ck up your beaver!

Answer 10

Ach aye, mon.
Owz aboot "A braw bricht moonlicht nicht"?