SHE'S JUST' A STOATER': This is a Poem from a brilliant Paisley Poet called Peter Thomson, this was sent in by one of our regular visitors Sam Gordon "thanks Sam".

SHE'S JUST' A STOATER'

THER' SHE IS WIE' HUR' CURLERS IN
LOOKIN' AS IF JUST' OOT' OH' THE BIN
HEIDSQUARE' TIED UNDER THE BACK
TEETH LIKE AN AULD' LETTUR' RACK
PINNY TIED WIE' A DAUD' OH' STRING
FINGURS' AWE GREEN FAE' HUR' WEDDIN' RING
LEGS AWE' CHECKED FAE' THE COAL FIRES
NO WAN', NO TWA', BUT THREE SPARE TYRES
FAG END STUCK TAE' HUR' BOATUM' LIP
A HAWN'-N-CAN BALANCED OAN' HUR' HIP
HUR' MAN'S SOAKS' ROLLED DOON' HUR' ANKLES
HUR' BOOBS DOON' TAE' HUR' BELLY' DANGLE
HUR' CARDIGAN FULL OH' FAG BURN HOLES
SLIPPURS' AWE' TATTERED AND NAE' SOLES
KNEES AWE' SCRAPPED FAE' SCRUBBIN' STAIRS
PIPE CLEANER WIRES STICKIN' OOT' HUR' HAIR
ARUMS' OAN' HUR' LIKE A GLADIATOR
SKIN IS TUFF AS AN ALLIGATOR
VEINS JIST' LIKE A RAILWAY MAP
A MOOTH' THE SIZE OH' A HANGMANS TRAP
HAWNS' JIST' LIKE A COUPLE OH' SHOVILS
SHE LOOKS LIKE SOMETHIN' THAT LOOKS FUR' TRUFFILS'
SHE'S AWE' LIKE THIS, BUT SHE'S SOMEWAN'S DOCHTER
AND TAE' ME SHE'S JIST' A STOATER