Scottish Rhymes Poem by Douglas Scotney
Scottish Rhymes
Stibble went stubble
to more than double the rhymes,
you assume;
and peacock went pown
for crown, clown, brown,
noun, renown,
town, gown and down.
A poet changes words for rhyme
and they sometimes stick like porridge.
There's a time you begin thinkin',
or by your minnie are gien the word,
that the porridge is no longer skinkin',
or thin,
and has to be stood over and spurtled,
or stirred.
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