Menolyrical; Final Friday Fiction

There are visitors in The Hutch - but the blog must go on!

This month’s book is “Utopia” by Thomas More.

 8 – trouble

12 – cooking

15 – other side

THE PICNIC

It was a dark and stormy day

On the Western end o’ the bay,

As the ladies and their dug**

Poured from the water jug

Into the pan on the stove -

Which they’d managed to light – by Jove!

Against the wind and rain

And the dug’s mourning refrain.

Wondering, the dug must be,

At why it was they three

Were taking the time and trouble

To raise a hubble and bubble;

Cooking up the tea and bridie^^,

When they could be on the other side-y

Of the tiny West coast toon

In a café, sitting doon

In the warmth and the dry

With a decent tattie pie???

What possesses such folk

To eat sandwiches from a poke””?

To nibble squashed grapes

And make ridiculous japes

About how they ended up sick

From the last such pic-nic???

The dug turned and skipped

Quick onto the seat he flipped

Out of the roar of the ‘breeze’

Which had seabirds on their knees.

No more for him the outdoors

Even when the owner implores;

‘their fresh air they can keep –

Thought he; For me… to sleep’!!!

(185 words)

© Yamini Ali MacLean 2019

** Scots for ‘dog’

^^ a Scottish savoury and flaky pastry

“” a poke in Scots is a small bag (usually paper) probably originating from ‘pouch’.

This may all have been prophetic - only time will tell...

photo credit; Gail Riekie