Bonxie, you’re in line for a meal
anywhere this gowk’s bukes are on sale.
The pair o’ yiz come as close as damn-it:
aa ye encoonter ye mak vomit.
It’s dreich enough wark each day by the traa,
but here you’re ane wee daunder awa
from the dour bampot who’ll pick up his buke
and unleash a maukit rainbow o’ boke.
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