07 Nov 2016 11:53:31
A Glaswegian poem, ala wee Pat, for Mally the Tally

Mally the Tally, went for a wee Swally with his pally (ouch) Pat to the Sari, at the bari (ouch again) he met councillor Lally who was talking about the boxer Mohammed Ali, when in from the alley came smelly Sally, and her "client" bigot in a suit, who every body called a jumped up WALLY. he tried to order a drink but the barman refused as the dress code was strictly casual, no ties, on not getting his gin and bitter orange he went supersonic and acted mentALLY, the wee SCALLY. so he was banished to the Wine Alley.

1.) 07 Nov 2016
07 Nov 2016 12:59:59
Brutal Tim u need to find something to do in your spare time mate Haha. Try fishin.

2.) 07 Nov 2016
07 Nov 2016 13:41:14
I gave up half way through the second line.

3.) 07 Nov 2016
07 Nov 2016 15:09:33
Very poetic tim but much prefer your Sunday sessions with the ex bears, especially bigot in a suit look forward to next installment pal HH.

4.) 09 Nov 2016
09 Nov 2016 20:40:21
He puts the C in RAP.