dedicated to my friend Adrian from times past... <br /> <br />There's a chap wha bides in Tayport <br />an' anither in Dundee <br />but they are both my juniors <br />an' far tae young fer me <br />There's a doctor doon in Boreham <br />wha I met the ither week <br />an' although he's verra handsome <br />I hae turned the ither cheek. <br />Then again, I loe ma angel <br />wha helps me soothe my dreams <br />but despite oor close encounters <br />he does nae tie up ma seams. <br />There's a laddie lives by Eastbridge <br />sic a tender, sweet embrace <br />did we share a-tween us <br />till anither took ma space. <br />So I asked my angel 'tell me <br />am I far too auld or bent? <br />Is it true that ony guid folk <br />their Soul Mate to them is sent? ' <br />Then a tiny birdie telt me <br />'Penny, fit's this a' aboot? <br />You don't need to seek a lover <br />till yer lover seeks you oot! ' <br /> <br />But my friend today has asked me <br />'Come on, tell me, do... <br />Who is it that you fancy? <br />Is he Jock, or Jack or Clancy? <br />Does he dance the Highland dancy? ' <br />I hae no idea <br />Do you? <br /> <br />Theberton, Suffolk, February 2003<br /><br />Penny Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-for-adrian/
