Sonnet Poem by Joe Corrie

It's little I can tell o' classic things,
Homer an Dante strangers are to me,
That Troy an Tyre wis places ower the sea
Is a' I ken. Sae when my thochts tak wings
Abune mysel, my husky voice but sings
O this an that aroon' aboot the Raw,
Maist o the lassies- Heeven bless them aa-
An, dod, it's little praise my liltin brings.
Still I will try, wha kens but I may soar,
Surpassin a' my learnin an my ert,
In ae wee sang o her that keeps my hert-
I've heard o Love daein things like that afore.
Dod, ay, an mony a yin has clamb to fame
Wi twa bit verses linkit to his name.