Old man grumbles a poem

Its nae foon

Getting’ awld

 

First

Ah dropped me 

Ice cream

On 

Che Guevara’s 

Heed

 

Then

Ah Peed

Doon tha side

Of me leg

 

Che’s heed

Were on

A tee shirt

The leg

S’ me own

 

Its bollocks

Getting awld

 

Oh, an thems

They

Ache

In the cold