G Toon - Poem

By Rachel Brown

Image: people in Glasgow (Source; stock image)

In Glesga toon, where the patter's pure dead brill,

Ye'll find folk fae Partick tae up at Castlemilk.

The rain’s like a pal that never goes away,

But a wee bit dreich keeps the banter in play.

"Haud yer wheesht!" cries a maw tae her wean,

As they scoff a roll an' square on the morning train.

The Clyde may no sparkle, but it's got its charm,

Wi' stories an' laughs tae keep ye warm.

So grab a Tennent's, gie a shout tae yer mate,

Glesga's no perfect, but it's blimmin' great