Re­mem­ber­ing the Games in rhyme

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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.

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