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Post by Lynnie on Sept 22, 2014 6:48:03 GMT
There once was a cottage on the border Where everything was in working order. The front lawns, divine, Were in English climes, Yet the kitchen was in Scotland’s larder.
With magnificent views of the sea, It was home to a family of three. Their mum crossed the border When she went to the larder To give them some fish for their tea.
The trouble and strife was plain to see In that little cottage by the sea. Dad went to the loo And got in a stew, As he’d forgotten his passport, you see…
Border security was tight In the kitchen later that night, As when they caught Mum Eating sticky buns, They promptly arrested her on sight!
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Post by Lynnie on Sept 22, 2014 7:30:44 GMT
Those of you who've been keeping an eye on the news for... well, a while now, will know that the people of Scotland went to the polls on Thursday to decide whether to become an independent country or not.
I live in North East England, which shares its northernmost border with Scotland - and although this is meant to be a humorous poem, there's a very serious undertone to it, as people who live and work in the Scottish Borders were very worried about what would happen to them in the event of a "Yes" vote. For example, if you lived on the English side of the border and the nearest shops were on the Scottish side, would you have to change currency just to go shopping? Also, what if your house was, quite literally, on the border? Would you be arrested just for using your bathroom or sitting in the garden? That's just the tip of the iceberg on the domestic side of things, though. Of course, there would have been international concerns too. I mean, how would Scotland have coped on the world's stage?
Having said that, though, if I'd been eligible to vote, I would have voted "Yes", as there's nothing that I'd like better than to see Scotland do well without input from Westminster!
I was disappointed when the votes came in, but I guess all we can do now is just wait and see what happens...
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