The Pittenweem Quine
Thair wis a wee mart shop Back home in auld Fife, Wi Pittenweem haddock Filleted by knife. The quine thair sold fishcakes Ye'd nae trade for lyfe, At that one wee mart place In Pittenweem, Fife. Her mam spak a jargon That warmed the toon's hert. Nae faustian bargain, Could keep thaim apairt. Whan brave lads symphonic Wid shoot their puir shot, She'd swear thaim platonic , All Fifers, all Scots. Whan I think on ma lyfe, Noo weathered wi age, I think back on auld Fife Pre- spongiform days, Tae the Pittenween quine. See, it took her quick, That so awfu disease That had made her sick. For in just a few years Misfortune and fate Brocht her mam tae tears, I Disambiguate . She wis Fife-beloved So factually, That I write of her oft, Retroactively, That wee Pittenweem quine In the auld mart shop, From back home in Fife's green, Wha sellt me haddock. Prompt: write a Hai-poem using the words Platonic; Fishcakes; Retroactively; Spong...