With the UK hit this weekend by snow, here’s my Scots-dialect ode to the joys of the cold white stuff that we all curse.

Ye can mak it intae snawmen

Tall an’ glistnin’ white

Ye can pack it intae snawba’s

That ye chuck wi’ a’ yer might

Ye can skite on it doon hillsides

Sat on an auld bin lid

There’s a hunderd ways that snaw is fun

But the one that’s really guid

Is tae grab a great big handfae

An’ creep up on yer freend

Then shove it doon his neck an rin’

Afore he kicks yer peer hint-eend

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  • Alistair Briggs on Feb 5, 2012

    haha very guid. ;)

  • Margaret Boseroy on Feb 5, 2012

    Not sure I got every word, but that’s funny!

  • vickylass on Feb 5, 2012

    If I’ve understood this Scotish dialect, I’d say that the only way I can cope with a big snaw is in warm enough in bed, with a thick novel in my hands, tea or coffee or why not a drop of their scotch? to let it pass till Spring! It’s an amuisng poem. Thanks for sharing!

  • Carolyn Cordon on Feb 5, 2012

    funny stuff, guid stoof mon!

  • Ruby Hawk on Feb 5, 2012

    LOL, I loved it. Down the back is what we do here when we get our usual small snow of the winter. We hardly ever have enough for a snowman. this winter we won’t have any snow unless it gets a lot colder. It’s like spring here while we are just into February.

  • KittyK on Feb 6, 2012

    Great job and I do understand your dialect…being of Irish descent.

  • Secre22 on Feb 6, 2012

    Very entertaining read even for one not of Scottish dialect!

  • avissado on Feb 6, 2012

    wonderful!

  • Tulan on Feb 6, 2012

    I like that, I understand the dialect perfectly. We have something very near it here.

  • lauralu on Feb 11, 2012

    Amazing, My Uncle was from Scotland, I love the play on words, Snow is plentiful here in Canada

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