The Glesga Keelie, Poem Options

[poet]

Hiya!
I hope you're well. Here's one of my poems, I hope you like;

The Glesga Keelie

Sittin oan a settle in a seemit made o string.
Listenin for the kettle beginnin for tae sing.
Shoutin at the missus, is the tea no ready yet.
Lookin through the Racin Post tae have anither bet.

Coverin o er his baldy patch an puttin oan his troosers.
Goin doon the bookies jist tae find that they re a losers.
Swillin doon the heavies like a man doon in the dumps.
Smokin like a haddy an coughin up big lumps.

Singin goin hame an feelin pretty pally.
Stumblin through the rain an lookin peely wally.
Fumblin for his key an as quiet as a moose.
Grumblin when his missus shouts, ye re no gettin in the hoose.

Thinkin which wis always awfy difficult for him.
Yellin , If I bring up twa fish suppers will ye let me in.
Hearin her shout aye, he puts his fingers doon his throat.
Watchin seven pints o heavy cascadin doon his coat.

He s jist a Glesga Keelie, really.
Brought up like a the rest, suckled oan his mammie s breast.
Big ootsiders wi butter, thrown tae him doon in the gutter.
Shoutin , mammie hae ye no goat jeelly.
He s jist a Glesga Keelie, really.

Joe Sharp.