A Poem about Midges.

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In response the our Eletter, Highland Happenings,  where we talked about Midges, a reader sent in this poem:

The Midges

The midges the midges
I’m no gonna kid ye …
The midges are really the limit.
With teeth like piranhas
They drive you bananas
If you let them get under your simmit [vest]

In 1514, the proud Edward was king
To take Scotland into his care
But he made a U turn
When he reached Bannockburn,
Just a few weeks before Glasgow fair

For the midges let loose …
Aye for King Robert the Bruce.
Straight into the English they tore.
They ran off in tears
And for 600 years
They’ve been blocking the A74

The midges the midges
I’m no gonna kid ye
The midges are really the limit.
With teeth like piranhas
They drive you bananas
If you let them get under your simmit [vest]

Torquil the piper is a giant of a man
With a sporran as long as your arm
And in Oban he’s known
For the sound of his drone
And the pibroch of real highland charm.

They are sighing and sobbin’,
The ladies of Oban
For Torquil is not what he was
Since a midge in Glen Tanter
Got hold of his chanter
And carried it off in his jaws

The midges the midges
I’m no gonna kid ye
The midges are really the limit.
With teeth like piranhas
They drive you bananas
If you let them get under your simmit [vest]

 

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