a wee paisley Buddie,is noo 36.
Her face so ruddy,getting oan my wick.
“what ye bought me” she constantly cries.
well, HERES the lotion for yer thighs.
But have a good one.My wee chickadee.
open the champers,till theres no pain in the knee :)
Drink and be merry,in auld Paisley toon.
laugh,enjoy with never a froon.
cos its YOUR birthday today,yer just a bairn,
despite the fact ye heidered Nick nairn.
and may ya wow them all.standing by the bar,,
mary.quite contrary, Queen o Dykebarr.
so tonight.think o me as ye go gallivanting.
the wee dundee lassie.wha’s sitting here panting.
at yon grey haired judge on ” grease is the word”
the taste o an ingin.its getting absurd !
But have fun, dear mary..and stun them wi jokes
but leave oot the ains that gie ye the boak.
If all else fails,,have a wee tokey,
and gie it laldy on the Karaoke :)
happy birthfay hen broon xx