A Fairytale of Paisley
The road of destiny is long
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, short of bread
And soon ensconced myself within
A one bed flat with bed and bin
From where I found my way about
Amongst the talent, dodging lout
Until I chose a comfy seat
In the Centre, in the heat
Armed with pad and idle pen
Watching eyes, and wondering when
I'd spot the girl with matchless class
When all at once that certain lass,
Almost knocked me off my chair
And left me twitching then and there
Had I no been so witless then
I would have said "Hello there hen"
And you'd have said "Get off my back,
Ya pompous grey haired rhymin' hack.
But witless was I then and when
We met at Etams on the bend
I watched you as you dannered on
An' sans a backward glance were gone.
I'm sorry I was lacking sense
‘Twas due to lack of confidence
I didnae quite appreciate
That you'd be looking just so great
But moments pass and chances fade
Hearts may break and hopes cascade
Into Paisley's swollen river
Should this parting be forever
Or so it seemed at least a while
‘til memories evoked a smile,
but, never let it be denied
I dithered when I should have tried
An' melodrama's no my art
I might have overplayed my part
For time soon fixed this blind fool's ass
As surely as all things must pass
So let us tae our tale return
Forget the heart dumped in the burn:
The gleaming square in Paisley toon
Has famous folk as weel as loon
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poem by Jim Hogg
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