Born a rebel!
Hallo!my folks called me johnny dunlop,it was years ago when some blokes did wear frocks!
but we are all scottish so its not a shock!
tho,i wore trousers like all moderns do,keeping the kilt for reasons like the nerday.
weddings!highland games!all sorts of varieties!
From my street i would hear my locals cheer when celtic or rangers were here.
I,d run down to cappielow and collect empty beers.
I,d make a bit of pocket money,threepence a bottle! plus i sold the local tele!
and i loved spending it in a hurry!
I also run to the pawn for my maw!and all my neighbours who darent show!
in case some nosy biddy would know.
So on a monday,items galore i humphed them down towards the shore.
next to cappielow...nearly next door!
So that was my afternoon when 5!half day for me to skive and dive!
then run for whatever my kinsmen constrived.
I looked forward to friday always!pops suits and watch would be displayed.
and id get a tanner for my pay!
Then when i was 6 i found cash in old sticks!honest to God,we are THICK!
yet they payed me for something they burnt in their grates!?
The wee woman had to stand on a stool,to chop and tie them for the FOOLS!
To me!it just did,nt feel cool!
I said to the owner"we,re surrounded by free trees and i feel like a con ner!
he anwered!"thats my business,yer honor!
And when i told my maw,she agreed and aw and toldme "never you bother!"
He,s a real...Ables brother!"
Well as soon as i reached 7!being a catholic i was expecting heaven!
but they never betted on me beleiving!?
I asked simple question but it was soon battle station! then stations of the cross!
and priests claiming they talk for the boss!
So that was me at 7 years old!a forced to be rebel against the hard and the cruel!
with a pen as my only tool!
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great poem Clydeseer
This was fantastic about your younger days a great eye opener,
Did you come from Glasgow?
I dont remember too much about Glasgow itself only the long street souchiehall street I think I spelt that one wrong lol ,my mother used to take us as kids to buy new clothes ,
my sister used to go to barrowland dancing,but Im was only 14 when I left there and didnt go to dancing at that age, anyway your poem brings back the memories I can remember, loved it hugs from Willow
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Thank you for the compliment Bardess Willow!yes im from greenock doon the clyde 26 miles from glasgow.we also went there to shop for the fair rig-out!we called it rigoot!scotland then as england and all else used to be able to leave your doors open but its so much like a modern day cowboys and indians show being enacted all over by silly and impressionable young ones who mostly but not at all times can be kids of alkys or junkies who are in need of that magic wand,the cure!so id better stop now afore i bore ye!get writing lass!your poems are gems to this world.
Useful Lad.. Useful!
I Tell Ya Mate,., You Fight Braver Than William Wallace Ever Did And Hurl Lightning Like The Immortal Highlander. I Wouldn't Be Surprised The Least Bit If You Could Fire Thunderbolts From Your Arse,, Nice Write Sir Clyde!
Thank you Bard
cheers!can i tell you that my ancestor was old mrs.dunlop who sponsored the bard rabbie burns.she bragged that her uncle was the wallaces her mother eloped with.she was a poor but proud old biddy but even burns himself was always skint.poets dont want gold as it runs off the pages with greedy sleverers.lol