Glasgow's Banter. Poem by Michael Cochrane
Glasgow's Banter.
It comes horizontal in sheets of torrential rain.
Glasgow's streets, are damp and wet.
The clouds hang low, the gutters splash.
Glasgow's laughter spills in the air.
Warmth humor and friendly banter with a gallus charm, greets the visitors with open arms.
Glasweigans
rarely do they see the sun, when it shines hot, off come the tops and lobster red they do become.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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