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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418129" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Fairytale of Paisley</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The road of destiny is long <br>And on that road a noisy throng <br>Determined me to make a move <br>To up my sticks and choose a groove <br>That wasn't quite a frying pan <br>Or too festooned with flames to fan <br>And so to Paisley toon I sped <br>Shy of romance, short of bread <br>And soon ensconced myself within <br>A one bed flat with bed and bin <br>From where I found my way about <br>Amongst the talent, dodging lout <br>Until I chose a comfy seat <br>In the Centre, in the heat <br>Armed with pad and idle pen <br>Watching eyes, and wondering when <br>I'd spot the girl with matchless class <br>When all at once that certain lass, <br>Almost knocked me off my chair <br>And left me twitching then and there <br>Had I no been so witless then <br>I would have said &quot;Hello there hen&quot; <br>And you'd have said &quot;Get off my back, <br>Ya pompous grey haired rhymin' hack. <br>But witless was I then and when <br>We met at Etams on the bend <br>I watched you as you dannered on <br>An' sans a backward glance were gone. <br>I'm sorry I was lacking sense <br>‘Twas due to lack of confidence <br>I didnae quite appreciate <br>That you'd be looking just so great <br>But moments pass and chances fade <br>Hearts may break and hopes cascade <br>Into Paisley's swollen river <br>Should this parting be forever </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or so it seemed at least a while<br>‘til memories evoked a smile, <br>but, never let it be denied <br>I dithered when I should have tried <br>An' melodrama's no my art <br>I might have overplayed my part <br>For time soon fixed this blind fool's ass <br>As surely as all things must pass <br>So let us tae our tale return <br>Forget the heart dumped in the burn: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gleaming square in Paisley toon <br>Has famous folk as weel as loon <br>To spread the word both far and wide <br>And justify her native pride. <br>Yon Sannie Wilson on the block <br>Dished oot monie a hefty knock <br>Wi a his weel turned rhymin' words <br>Until he took to breeding birds <br>In far flung Philadelphia <br>And the brothers Coates would help ye's a' <br>The chiselled words declare <br>When time's were hard and folks were pair <br>To such a bounteous extent <br>That toon folk built a monument <br>To show their heartfelt gratitude <br>That wi his cash he'd been sae good <br>And speaking o' the best o' men <br>wi rhyme sae blessed and razor pen <br>The multi-sided Rabbie Burns <br>In Fountain Gardens stands and spurns <br>The tacky turns that waste his name <br>As if his flaws should earn him fame <br>‘Twere better he had stilled his hand <br>Than fuel the fools who should be tanned <br>For dragging Scotland through the mire <br>For spitting on her finest fire <br>But nobler hearts remember still <br>True freedom's notes, our burning will <br>Tae hear that wistful tune ring out <br>In streets and halls tae banish doubt <br>To wake that clique in Holyrood <br>That breed who think that doing good <br>Means filching from the likes of us <br>And freedom means abuse of trust </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye.. matters serious press in: <br>Your Hospital was for the bin <br>Had pressure no been brought to bear <br>Upon the suits who dinnae care <br>Their latest trick is cutting beds <br>Perhaps you should be banging heads <br>And yon new brig we cannae cross <br>Is surely working at a loss <br>Built by Lewis Carroll's Hatter <br>For ease o' stepping in the watter <br>They'll need tae start the thing fae scratch <br>Or fake a massive patterned patch <br>And just across the street a sign <br>That legal change can be benign <br>Nineteen smokers in a huddle <br>And butts enough to boil a puddle <br>That Mecca crowd have sorely whinged <br>Since their carpet's no been singed <br>I hear they're bussing up fae Ayr <br>To breath clean air that's going spare <br>And further doon, outside Phat Sam's <br>A wonbag there wi massive hams <br>Was sucking fag-ends off the street <br>To keep the smokers' footwear neat <br>By bla'n' them up amongst the stars <br>And storing nicotine on Mars, <br>As, from the east the nicht rolls roon<br>And folds across al Paisley toon<br>Her freight o' gifts for dawn tae bring<br>Oor wee bit joy, a sang tae sing...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">... for onward flows the River Cart <br>And forward flees time's silent dart </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The loves and hopes o' men abide <br>As constant as the throbbing tide <br>Oor tenure here is fleeting tho' <br>Brief as the swirlin' flake o' snow <br>An' dreams, oh dreams, they carry us <br>Beyond the stars, then bury us <br>The future's sweet talk turns tae snash <br>A moment precious, then we're ash </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We walk a tightrope through this life <br>Between the primrose and the knife <br>Between the eagle and the louse <br>Between the vixen and the yowes <br>We're in the wind, we're in the wave <br>Bright as sunlight, dark as the cave <br>An' from the dust and from the sky <br>We carve our truth, we shape the lie <br>An' weave ourselves some kind o' sense <br>Beyond the gates of innocence </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And noo, I'm neither bold nor blind <br>I'm stuck here on the path that's lined <br>We dared the music way back when <br>And I jigged all the wrong steps then <br>I left you standing on the shore <br>But now it's clear, the ceilidh's o'er <br>Yet there's a certain sweetness in <br>The thought that we might meet again <br>Tae sit an smile at might have beens <br>When we were special in oor teens <br>Or maybe yince I'll catch your eye <br>An' yin o' us will chance a &quot;hi&quot;. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>10 05 07 Paisley</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jim+Hogg">Jim Hogg</a><div class=q>
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And on that road a noisy throng 
Determined me to make a move 
To up my sticks and choose a groove 
That wasn't quite a frying pan 
Or too festooned with flames to fan 
And so to Paisley toon I sped 
Shy of romance, sh..."></div>
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