Thursday, January 24, 2008

A Bronx Tale


"Foondry fumes in noses n ran-ower kittens,
Sawdust in yir een, n ootdoor shittin'
Scud mags doon the shore, n smelly burnin bings.
These are a few i ma favourite hings.
When the stray dug bites, when the nettle stings, when ah'm feeling sad
I simply remember ma favorite hings and then I dinny feel si bad..."

4 comments:

coot smithson said...

NOW THAT MAKE A CRFACKING MUSICAL FUR WEST END? OR EVEN A THEME FUR THE BO'NESS FAIR PRESENTEES!!

papaclio said...

does anyone know the exact location of the photo ?

I reckon the gap on the pther side of the street is man of war way

sparky said...

I've never seen the Pans looking so good. canny ever mind o it bn that clean.

Mind you I lived at Dawson place tho sum of ye were really posh and bided up near the woods!!

Before i left boanyukks i had a flat in Corbiehall which was ded handy fur Kinneil Bar and aw the other fleshpots like Sammy Bairds :-)

Carrier said...

Luks is thaw the foaty wis tain fi the Vicky Park Foontain, up fi the Helicopter Tree, no as far alang is the Fanny Tree tho, doon fi the Foontain Park fitba field below Steedsy's.