Bed

Bed A bedsit nearhaun a lichthoose In the North East's Bible Belt Wis rented oot by Big Jim Taylor's chosen Nicht an day the tinny record player O the saved, blasted oot kintra an western hymns I wis their tenant, a quine frae the toun In their een an outsider, a heretic I could hae cam frae Mars The bed wis nerra bit clean, An warm eneuch. Nae TV Bit I played the mandolin Merked buiks frae the class I taught Throwe the windaes the fite, full meen Glowered like an ee wi a cataract Dulse sliddery as snot Stank o deid fish on the shore Ma landlord watched ma ongauns like a partan Scuttled oot frae his hame aneth ma fleer His fisherman's cleuks wir knobby as barnacles His dry een takk me aa in Ae day, o a suddenty He entered ma chaumer. Three steps ower the brods An he pounced His fyaachie slivvvery mou Forced doon on mine Siventy year auld, Nae match fur a quine o twinty I niver got a refund fin I left