On Burns Day when Scotland and the world celebrate our national bard I pay tribute to Robert Burns by writing only my second poem in Scots. I’ve titled in which I as a transwoman give advice to the average male be they Scottish or otherwise on how women should be treated. The poem has been written in a tounge in cheek style and titled Fae A Lassie (A Transwoman Spakes In A Guid Scots Tounge ).I hope you enjoy the read.
Fae A Lassie
Fae a lassie wha wis wance a laddie
here’s advice a’ll gie it gladly
when a transwoman spakes
yir best tae listen
she kens the lives o men and women
the talk am giein is tae men
they mak thur mistakes then they mak them again
mind you listening isn’y thur wey
ye wonder what oor Jean wid say
like me a’ think she’d get them telt
aboot the wey she often felt
wae words o wisdom and truths maist sage
o times when Rabbie made her rage
She tell them laddies if ye think yir a winner
then tak yir lassies oot tae dinner
and then seduce her wae yir words
but dinnae use patter like whurs the birds
compliment her oan her style
say yir dazzled by her smile
whatever ye dae let her ken
ye ne’er wull see her likes again
that be she young or a’ an age
try tae mak her centre stage
be she fair or be she fine
ye’ll taste her youth or vintage wine
ne’er abandon nor neglect her
nor tae ithers disrespect her
woo your lass wae flowers and kisses
gie her a’ a woman wishes
nichts in barns and silken sheets
could baith end up wae passions treats
though if by chance temptations patter
should tell your ego she’ll be flattered
by your advances and techniques
beware when thon imposter speaks
remember the bard wis a man o his time
and noo we walk an equal line
so in these days in which we bide
It’ll be the lassie that decides
whit we dae and when we dae it
and if we’ve something tae say we”‘ll say it
see women noo hae equal richts
fur younger quines the future’s bricht
we ken fine weel wur braw and sassy
and sometimes we might kiss a lassie
noo if we’d sooner hae quines tae loons
and like tae dance tae different tunes
just mind that choice wis made by nature
and it’ll no be changed by yir behaviour
thur no confused they ken richt weel
they’ll sup wi angels and the deil
in a’ disguises cupid kens
the ways o stags and the ways o hens
sae tak the warnings that a’ve gied
a’ spake tae ye in the guid Scots leid
tae keep it clean and keep it classy
fae the lassie wha kens the ways a’ the laddies
© Gayle Smith 2021
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