Ranting, raving Robert
Och, so poor
Born to a farmer and a loving, religious, strict mother
Even if he slept in the rafters
Robert was so talented
The day his last son was born was when he died
Bonnie Burns lies as still as a statue today
Ugly William Shakespeare takes your legacy for England
Rats scurry where you used to sleep
Now you have a lovely snug cave
Snow falls on you
I hate school
But my mum says I need to go
Because I’m a fool
In the morning I said to my mum I have the flu
She said to me to go vomit in the loo
Mr Skibidi is a nice man
Probably because I am a fan
When I seen my sister I ran
I was really really fast
But I really hope Mr Skibidi will last
A cat asleep on the window ledge
Right next to the door
She didn’t make the tiniest sound
Not even the smallest snore
Eyes closed, ears a-twitch
Dreaming of catching mice
Or maybe it was a butterfly
Something equally nice
Her fluffy bum in the air
Her face against the glass
Watching the cars go by
And the people that would pass
Every time a dog walked past
She jumped out of her seat
She may not be perfect
But she’s good enough for me
I love dance
I’m better than gramps
Gramps loves dance
But he is not that good at dance
At the city that’s far behind,
I don’t return because it’s too dark.
Not even a dog barks.
When I get near the city,
I don’t go on the one that’s far behind
Because that’s not my city.
When I get to my city
I hear a cat mew.
When I hear the cat, I mew too.
When she comes she lets me stroke her
And take me home.
She is my cat now.
I know she’s got no-one near,
So Molly, the name of the cat,
Is my friend.
When I remember the city that’s far behind,
I say I’m not returning any more.