Kisses ©

If kisses cost a meagre maik,
a thousand frae your lips I’d take
and niver coont the cost,

in apple scented breath
I’d be
forever lost.

Should kisses cost a paltry pennie
and could I not afford that many,
I’d dream o’ nectar sips,

sae saft and sweet,
the touch
o’ your lipstick lips.

But should they cost a siller sixpence,
then I’d sadly ponder, since whence
did kisses ever reach,

the un-affordable
taste, o’
a silken peach ?

Alas...but they be noo cost a shilling,
twice as dear but half sae willing
tae pleasure such,

a lowly lad as me,
wha canna
afford that much.

Lord, noo they’re bartered for florin,
I rue the day that I was born
a slave tae sweetness sae,

och, I’ll tak the low road
an' tae celibate cell
and monkishness I’ll gae.

Jesu, I’ve jist found oot, they’re noo a pound
a sterling price...but if ye’ve found
they be as lovely female

and as tender saft an’ sweet
as I do remember...
then gie me an e-mail....

Notes:
Maik....old Scots coin.
Florin...two shilling piece.