A Poem by Bluebird

Scottish slang


We’re marched onto the ferry, for our annual school trip,

Off to see the Isle of Gigha, the puppet show and take a dip


Once we’re on the Calmac boat, the teacher takes a rest,

We start to run a riot and put her patience to the test


As we approach the island’s harbour, swarms of jellyfish we see,

Round blobs of clear custard, bobbing in the sea


The puppet show’s a bomb, a disaster , just a farce,

With a tacky wooden Punch, smacking Judy in the arse


The highlight of the outing, is the secluded white sandy bay,

With tranquil turquoise water, on Scotland’s only summers day


Most run into the surf, flinging off their tops as they go,

But I’m a daft wee fearty, of the creatures down below


So I’m happy to have a paddle, feel the sand between my toes,

Salty water on my skin, and sun beams on my nose


This is such a quiet spot, only the sound of the waves,

A place I long to go back to, for the solace that I crave.

© 2019 Bluebird

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Your Scottish memories reminded me of my young days as as a wartime evacuee from London enjoying the school trips to Dunoon. I was one of those daft wee fearties too.
Thanks for bringing back those happy images, Bluebird.

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49 Years Ago

Nice rhyming couplets. The salt air and sand are great inspiration for everyone. Lydi**

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49 Years Ago

Nice, I laughed out loud at this one - I like your description of the jelly fish "clear custard" - this kind of writing is fresh and fun :)

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Added on March 2, 2019
Last Updated on March 9, 2019



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