Ah've got ma curlers in ma hair
Big muscles everywhere
Ma stockings are rolled doon around ma feet
Ah've got erms like big Hulk Hogan
Ma voice is gruff its not soft spoken
Huge calves fae cerrying shoppin up the street
Varicose veins are ma affliction
Sittin at the fire is ma addiction
Nae point in me pretending I am sweet
If ye want tae know whit I am thinkin
When ye see I'm sat there blinkin
Its how tae get ma man there oot his seat
If ye really must enquire
Why Am dressed in this attire
Its because ah feel a bit like Maggie McGreet
Author notes
This write is written in the accent of a Glaswegian(citizen of Glasgow,Scotland)..the lady described is akin to those stalwart women who lived and raised huge families in the tenements of the city during the years after World war 2...no offence is meant or intended to persons living or dead.
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Comments
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lol! But surely she wouldn't run around with her breasts exposed!!! Funny!
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Well done!
Thanks for the author's notes... it helped. As soon as I read, Glasgow, it all suddenly made sense. This was a fun read! Thanks for sharing & g'luck in the contest
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