poetry

Bagpipes — A Love Story

The bagpipes loved the little girl
O skirly, whirly, twirly, sklirl
He hoped that he could catch her eye
As she went traipsing merrily by
She barely slowed, and so he sighed,
O skirly, whirly, sklirl

’twas lonely waiting to be seen
O skirly, whirly, twirly, skleen
The blue-eyed girl was now long gone
Off in the distance he could hear the song
Of bagpipes playing nrrrnn nrrrnn nhawn
O skirly, whirly, skleen

But who should now come into view?
O skirly, whirly, twirly, sklooo
The little girl tugging her mother’s hand,
“Mama, I want to be in the band!
To play these pipes would be so grand!”
O skirly, whirly, skloo0

She picked him up, nestling him dear
O skirly, whirly, twirly, skleeer
“Please, can I take this home with me?”
Mom started to say, “Let’s wait. We’ll see.”
But didn’t. She heard the lassie’s plea.
O skirly, whirly, skleeer

And now the rest is history
O skirly, whirly, twirly, skleee
Each is the other’s sole desire
Scotland the Brave, Mull of Kintyre
Making music all day — a girl-bagpipe choir
O skirly, whirly, skleee


This is in response to the W3 prompt this week: Write a nonsense poem with at least one invented word of your own.

26 thoughts on “Bagpipes — A Love Story

      1. I didn’t feel like they were nonsense. They felt like phonetic sounds to me, as well. I think you’re very clever using sound in your poem. I’d love to hear how it all sounds.

      1. Did you know that bagpipes used to be classified as a weapon of war, right along with swords and munitions. True story.

  1. The bagpipes and the skirly tale,
    A twirly twist that did prevail,
    Seeking love with a skleenly grin,
    Onward they danced, a merry spin,
    Skloooing dreams, the notes set sail,
    O skirly, whirly, sklirl.

    A mother’s heart and girl so keen,
    Skloo0ed up the sound, a novel scene,
    A skleeer and her wish fulfilled,
    In bagpipe’s arms, their hearts distilled,
    Skleeeing joy where once they’d been,
    O skirly, whirly, skleen.

    Thе skirly, whirly, and twirly sounds dancеd off thе pagе, bringing to lifе a hеartwarming еncountеr that lеd to a harmonious partnеrship. Your imaginativе crеation bеautifully capturеs thе еssеncе of unеxpеctеd connеctions and thе joy thеy bring. 👍👏👌😊🙏

  2. BAGPIPES—A LOVE STORY is utterly delightful.

    “ ’twas lonely waiting to be seen
    O skirly, whirly, twirly, skleen
    The blue-eyed girl was now long gone
    Off in the distance he could hear the song
    Of bagpipes playing nrrrnn nrrrnn nhawn
    O skirly, whirly, skleen”

    To me, this poem is a wonderful folk song. I can smell the heather and breathe the pure highland air in this bagpipe air. I LOVE BAGPIPES! Your enchanting little girl presented your poem magnificently.
    Thanks Sally 💕

    1. That’s my granddaughter. She LOVES bagpipes. We spent the day Saturday at a Highland Games and she just can’t get enough.

      Thanks for your kind words about my poem.

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