When Bonnie’s Off To Work
When Bonnie’s off to work it breaks
My heart just like a stone…
Cuz deep inside I realize
That every man’s alone…
And if each man’s an island then,
My hen must be Loch Ness…
I see her so informally
It causes me distress…
Aye, when she finally surfaces
It’s like a sweet sunrise…
Invigorates teutonic plates…
Beglamours ancient eyes…
She’s by my bink…She’s on the brink…
She’s coming up fur air!…
The black frost of my birk’s so wide…
Her gaze is long and fair!…
Like Cairngorm that’s baked in sun…
Alas she’s gone to tide!…
I doubt I see bricht face so long…
A tishie fur my pride!…
When Bille’s at the dock, bass cocks
Will crane an shift they necks…
As deep inside I ’ave espied
Each wank in time collects…
And half a lady fine as I
May be his work time bit…
Raises strain to cause brak skin
Bidden of more spit…
Mislaid boots darken my door
When will he busk my way?…
So shirley ill need brandy soon…
It’s by mysel I stray…
He’s by my bink…He’s on the brink…
He’s coming up fur air!…
The black frost of my birk’s so wide…
I feel his longing stare!…
Like Cairngorm that’s baked in sun…
Alas he’s gone to tide!…
He burns my howk when he is gone…
A tishie fur my pride!…
When Bonnie’s off to work it breaks
My heart with crashing farce…
She cannot see the state of I…
She’s fallen off my carse…
And though she’s just a mile away
She’s gone to her awerd...
As down I plummet gracelessly,
A waly to the bards…
With one eye on my watch and all
The thunner overhead,
It’s hard to think an that, an that
With my poor Bonnie dead…
She’s by my bink…She’s on the brink…
She’s coming up fur air!…
The black frost of my birk’s so wide…
Her gaze is long and fair!…
Like Cairngorm that’s baked in sun…
Alas she’s gone to tide!…
I doubt I see bricht face so long…
A tishie fur my pride!…
Edit #2
3/6/25
Bunny Villaire
(Help from Alex Newton on inspiring a few lines)