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.