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