Jimmy Clark. Gordon Highlander/Royal Marine
Wee Jimmy has crossed the Bar
To have a word with God
“Nah listen ‘ere, Christ Almighty
There’s nae mild on draught, top tables full o’ tossa’s,
An wha’ the f*ck yer game?
Nae, Laddie. I kinnae wear that soot.
That’s fer pufters an posh bastards.
Is the pub open? Who wants a pint?
I’d die fer a ciggie.”
Short silence in the gateway of eternity.
“Jimmy, my son,” said the Gaffer. “You did.”
Farewell Wee Oppo. A GENTLE man to the last.
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