O why the deuce should I repine, And be an ill foreboder?I'm fifty-three, and five feet nine, I'll go and be a Lodger!
I gat some gear wi' mickle care, I held it weel thegither; But now it's gane, and something mair- I'll go and be a Lodger!
Dedicated tae Richard and his new hame, The Cavendish;
Or Jurassic Park as we used tae call it.
For a moment i thought it said todger...
ReplyDeleteConan,
ReplyDeletegood to see you waxing lyrical again even if I haven't a clue what its about. Perhaps at 53 it would be more appropriate to be a codger?
Och Brownlie, I keep forgetting you're a wee free and naive in such matters.
ReplyDelete'Tis the sorry tale of signing over your home and business to your wife for dodgy reasons; Then her having an affair...
So he now lives in a rented room, and goes to a grab-a-granny nightclub of a Friday night.
Stupid Dick.
Conan,
ReplyDeleteI am not a stupid dick. Intelligence is not a pre-requisite for dicks and, anyway, what's wrong with grabbing a granny? Some of my best times etc etc.!
LoL Brownlie! I'm sorry I implied that you were...
ReplyDeleteI too grab a granny on occasion, but it's allowed coz she lives with me.
If only the rest of the world had your morals, the pair of you. I liked your poetry Conan. It reminded me of my own lodger :)
ReplyDeleteBurns comes in handy at times. Guid yin Conan.
ReplyDeleteConan,
ReplyDeleteSome more (in)appropriate Burns for you:
There was an old lady called Todd
Who dreamt she's been visited by God
But it wasn't the Almighty
That lifted her nightie
'Twas Roger, the lodger, the sod.
I think that's more carpet burns than the Bard, Brownlie.
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