Woodside Wullie
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The Smooth Talkin' PloomanAhm a smooth talkin’ plooman; people:
Ah jist ploo fae toon tae toon.
Ahm a smooth talkin’ plooman; people:
Ah jist ploo fae toon tae toon.
Ahm aye seekin’ oot sweet limmer,
Tae mak a’ ma luv come doon.
Pit oan yir high heel wellies honey,
Wear yir basque an’ yir nets.
Pit oan yir high heel wellies honey,
Wear yir basque an’ yir nets.
Oh! Yi’ really got me goin’ darlin’,
But yi' ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.
Ahm gonna ploo yir sweet dreel honey,
Mak yi’ bonnie, flushed an’ fu’.
Ahm gonna ploo yir sweet dreel darlin,
Mak yi’ bonnie, flushed an’ fu’.
But come aroon yon hairst time,
Ah’ll be plooin’ someb’dy new.
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Xcotty
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Wullie I love your poems, they are brilliant pal. 
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Woodside Wullie
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xscotty,
That particular day I left the hoose after listening tae Janis Joplin singin' "High Heel Sneekers", and by the time I got doon tae the Library it had transmuted intae "The Smooth Talking Ploughman".
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Woodside Wullie
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Sorry xcotty,
jist realised I made a balls up o' your name again. Ahll hae tae get aff the drink.
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Xcotty
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Dinna worry Wullie, I've been called a lot worse in my time. 
I love Janis Joplin. 
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maria143
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I love her too....and Southern Comfort too.....
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Xcotty
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Southern Comfort is nice Maria, but I prefer lager.
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Woodside Wullie
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Good Old Highland Comfort's the best. They lassies can really warm ye up, mind you I'm nae averse to some Southern Comfort either. Ach I've aye been easy.
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