Remembering the Games in rhyme
I was a Clydesider working as a volunteer at the media transport mall of the SECC, and I thought I would make a record of my experiences of the event. The Commonwealth Games hiv come an’ gone, An’ Glesga won the hearts o’ evryone, From the openin’ ceremony at Celtic Park, Tae the finale as
Hampden’s floodlights went dark. Evin the weather wis generally nice, Ah think it oanly rained wance or twice, Bit don’t say that tae a road cyclist, Cos durin thare race the rain really pist. The athletes waere aw in thur prime,
An’ we saw fae the ridiculous tae the sublime, There wur plenty o’ peepul tae watch aw the Games, Me, ah coodnae even spell hauf o’ the countries names. We saw that Superstar Usain Bolt, God, is he no’ as fast as a thoroughbred colt, Then thur wis oor ain Golden Boy ,Charlie Flynn, His interviews caused evrybiddie tae grin. The Games went famously wae hardly a hitch, Wis it the organisers, or players Ah don’t know which, Bit Ah know thae coodnae dae without the Volunteers, So thanks tae the Clydesiders, let’s gie them three cheers. John Cassidy.