Big May caws “Scots – We leavin’ then?”
– Yer on yir oan wi’ that one, hen.
On a damp-squib predictable Brexit-approving day,
Sturgeon’s cat among pigeons announced ‘Scotland will, not May’.
On the banks of the Tweed the folk are agreed;
on the banks of the Thames there’s no blooms on the stems.
Sturgeon to May: “You lookin’ at me?”
The reivers & the balladeers assemble now to build a cairn,
a gathering in gloaming light to lay to rest a stillborn bairn.
The bogle spies the box mairkid this or thon
an dings hid doun the darksome gloup o none.
Put can’t in your pocket
– and dare.
This ‘pseudosonnet’ was assembled from Couplets by Marie-Therese Taylor, Peter A. Kelly, Tony Williams, Harry Gallagher, Paul Summers, Harry Giles & Alec Finlay. Many thanks to all who sent in couplets we were unable to use.