This poem was written by a Scottish poet in the style of Robbie Burns’ famous ode “To a Mouse.” I would really love to have heard it read by the poet …who seems to be anonymous. There is something special about the Scottish brogue…anyway this poem was picked up by a Scottish reporter who picked upon its popularity in Ayrshire and published it.
Breaking news is I have just found this link to an article on a Scottish Care home where it has been popular. So you CAN listen to it being read in the Scottish way. Go here.
Update 27th March. The mysterious author has appeared. See his comment at end of post and also read about him at the end of the poem.
TAE A VIRUS
Twa months ago, we didna ken,
yer name or ocht aboot ye.
But lots of things have changed since then,
I really must salute ye.
Yer spreading rate is quite intense,
yer feeding like a gannet.
Disruption caused, is so immense,
ye’ve shaken oor wee planet.
Corona used tae be a beer,
they garnished it wae limes
But noo it’s filled us awe wae fear
These days, are scary times.
Nae shakin hawns, or peckin lips,
it’s whit they awe advise
But scrub them weel, richt tae the tips,
that’s how we’ll awe survive.
Just stay inside the hoose ye bide
Nae sneakin oot for strolls
Just check the lavvy every hoor
And stock-take your loo rolls.
Our holidays have been pit aff
Noo that’s the Jet2 patter
Pit oan yer thermals, have a laugh
And paddle ‘doon the waater ‘
Canary isles, no for a while.
Nae need for suntan cream
And awe because o this wee bug
We ken tae be …19.
The boredom surely will set in,
But have a read, or doodle
Or plan yer menu for the month
Wi 95 pot noodles.
When these run oot, just look aboot
A change, it would be nice
We’ve beans and pasta by the ton
and twenty stane o rice.
So dinny think yell wipe us oot
Aye true, a few have died
Bubonic, bird flu, and Tb
They came, they left, they tried.
Ye might be gallus noo ma freen
As ye jump fae cup tae cup
But when we get oor vaccine made
Yer number will be up.
This poem was originally passed onto me by a poet friend whose Mum sent it on from Glasgow. Thank you Helena and Helena’s Mum.
The latest update today March 27th is that the poet has made himself known. His name is Willie Sinclair and he is head gardener on a large estate in Ayrshire. Here he is! And here is a wee something he wrote about himself, or should I say ‘aboot’
“I am pleased that my poem has provided much pleasure to many. This was totally unexpected, as I had only posted it on my Facebook page to provide my friends with a little light relief during this time of crisis. I am not a poet, as such, but have penned a few small rhymes over the years for birthdays, weddings etc. The worldwide response has been overwhelming, even making the Robert Burns World Federation Facebook page !! Being born in Glasgow, and living in Ayrshire ( birthplace of Robert Burns ), for the last 40 yrs, I believe that, the language that I use in the poem is a concoction of broad Ayrshire and Glasgow slang. Even though Ayrshire is only 30 miles south of Glasgow the dialects differ greatly. In everyday talk, I imagine that I use Glasgow slang, however I will revert to proper English at the drop of a hat, depending on the company that I am addressing. Due to the positive feedback, I will probably continue to write poems. My English grammar and punctuation require improvement, and I plan to study this when I retire ( within 4 yrs ). I have also been invited to join a creative writing group, so the future looks exciting for me. I have never had, and hope that I never do have Corona virus. I usually write a blog on Saturdays but had the idea to write a poem on the corona virus instead and the rest is history.”
Thank you Willie for your wonderful humour and for sharing it with us. Be safe and well. Global poetry overrides ..19 !!! May the laughter spread through lockdowns everywhere.