YOUR POEMS

THE PIPER OF LOCH NESS by Susan Booth, of Kilburn

In Piper’s Dress He Did His Best Fur Fronted Sporran Kilt On Show Above Cold Trembling Knees He Felt Quite Ill At Ease

A Lack Of Scottish Highland Breeze

Loch Ness, Where Monster Lives Some Say Menacing In Waters Deep

Daily Menu Of Only Fresh Fish No Porridge Or Tasty Haggis Appearing Only While All Asleep Hidden In Vast Cavern Underneath

By Castle Urqhuart Legend, Stories Told From The Heart

Puffs Of Breath Required More Standing In Wonder By Loch Shore

As Day Turned Into Night Bagpipe Melody Of Gaelic Throw Eventually Dwindled

In Obvious Fright

Musical Notes Came To A Halt Cool Draft Swirled Down Below Kilt Now Swaying To And Fro Rippling Waves Parted Then Burbled

Something Was Lurking Piper’s Stomach Churned Then Curdled

Would Nessie Really Show… Ground Shuddered Following Bellowed Cry

Long Neck Veered Toward Him Staring Him Straight In The Eye ‘Excuse Me Sir, Pleased To Meet You

Would You Have A Wee Dram?’ ‘A Single Malt Will Do…’ ‘With A Couple Of Mince Pies?’ ‘I Couldn’t Eat Another Trout Or Salmon

Even If I Tried.’

The Piper Aghast Couldn’t Believe His Eyes

‘Err… If You Don’t Mind Waiting I’ll See What I Can Find,

After All It Is The Festive Season’ He Nervously Replied. Storm Clouds Brewed, The Wind Suddenly Blew

Nessie Winked Saying ‘Thank You’ With Flick Of Tail He Left No Trail Sinking Back To Watery Depths Folklore Gone Under Pale Silvery Moon

Knowing The Myth About Scotsmen

Was Absolutely True…