The festive season approaches so I thought it was time for some poetry

I didn’t write it but I know you all enjoyed the last Doric poems I posted

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The Christmas Fairy.
Am coury’in ‘neath an auld tin pail
In the midden by the Byre
Am fine an warm an toastie
Wi a drammie an a fire
Ave burnt yon gypit nightie
An trashed yon angel wings
An ye’ll nae catch me up a Christmas tree
As lang’s cock robin sings
I was born a free range fairy
On the slopes o Benachie
Fit auld folk cry-it a brownie
Or a kinfolk o the she
I grew up under the heather
And drank the morning dew
And worked the kind o magic
That little people do
I’d mak a quinie fa in love
Wi a laddie at the skweel
Or mak a fermer rue the day
He swickit on a deal
His ewes wid a’ lie coupit
His cows wid a’ ging dry
Hi tatties a’ be blighted
An his prize bull up an die
See, being a Scottish fairy
Is nae fit maist fowk think
We’re nae yon shilpit craters
Dressed up in mauve or pink
Blinin folk wi fairy dust
Needin Bairn’s tae clap their hands
An flappin little fairy wings
Tae flit ower fairy lands. Na na
Scottish fairies are just wee teuchters
As teuch as aul shoe leather
Dressed up in moleskin jaikits
An oot in every weather
Their breeks are made o hodden grey
Their caps o conker shells
An the tackety beets on their fairy feet
Are made o Scots bluebells
Now , ye’ll never see a fairy
Ye’ll never catch a sniff
For if a human sees a fairy
The fairy fa’s doon stiff
Nae deed as such, jist frozen
It canna blink an ee
So a fairy’s gie attentive
When theirs humans on the spree
Or I should hae been, gouk that I am
I was caught twa year ago
In a dwam, a’hint the dairy
Fan a little lassie cried
“Oh look Mum, there’s a fairy”
WHAM !! Ah had nae time tae rue ma folly
As her mother picked me up an’ said
“Oh, someone’s lost their dolly”
Dolly ? Ah was black afrontit
They stripped me o’ ma Nicky tams
An, syne doubt, ah sorts o’ things
Then dressed me in a nighty
An’ geid me angels wings
But the worst humiliation
Losh, it fairly made me loup
Was fan they took a jaggy Christmas tree
An jammed it up ma doup
Twa Christmases a’ve spent like that
A’ dignity was lost
A Norman Pine whar the sun don’t shine
My eyes watery an’ crossed !
Ah’d be there yet I warrant
Trapped in fairy hell
If it wasnae fur a pussy cat
An’ a ginger dug cried Bell
Ae day the cat an dug were fechtin’
Racin’ Roon’ the room
Fan they clatter aff the Christmas tree
An’ brocht the hale thing doon
A wheen o’ Christmas baubles fell
An’ shattert on the hearth
An ah flew Stracht oot the windae
An’ landed on the earth
Fan err ah touched the morning dew
It broke the magic spell
An ah gethert up ma nightie
An ran like merry hell
Noo I’m safe a’neath this bucket
An ah’l nae come oot till dark
An’ as for Merry Christmas?
Well ye can stuff that for a lark.
Merry Christmas everyone.