She bedd at the Slocks of Carvie
Nor' Wast o Morven Hill
A giantess o a wumman
A witch wi a witch's skill
An the notion cam tae the carline
That the Don should jyne the Dee
Sae she opened her mou and she snappit
Wi the force o ninety three
Bit her teeth wir auld an shoogily
An brukk wi the force o the chaw
An her teeth drapped oot like boulders
That still powk through the snaa
An whyles at nicht in the gloamin
In the win ye'll hear the blaw
O the carline sookin her supper
Fur she his nae teeth ava
insight poem with wonderful style and rare topic, take us far away from the reality of our daily stress, well done and thanks for sharing 10+
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O the carline sookin her supper Fur she his nae teeth ava