Lost in Translation - Poem
By Holly Hemsley
As much as I love you, Glaswegian boyfriend,
I hope our dialectic confusion comes to an end.
When you say ‘swally’, I think of a bird,
& you roll your eyes as if that's absurd!
‘Edgie,’ you mutter, as a car gets too close,
‘That means be careful,’ later you boast.
Call me a ‘stoater’ after too many drinks,
but im not a rodent, not a weasel or mink.
A girl that you know, who's apparently ‘hairy’,
you mean it's her morals, not her legs that are scary.
Well my head is gawpin’ with all this new slang!
At least I make you laugh when I get it wrang.