Isn’t it grate ta have the cupla focail all the same? A course, me pal MadDogTed is fierce fluent alltagather and was a fine scholar a the Gaelic when he was a young cubbog. He even nearly won a fainne nua fer the effort below cept he ran outa time in the exam and never got it finished.
mo chéad hangover
déirigh mé
go muc ar maidin
bhí tinneas
cinn orm
da pig
wasnt feelen 2 gr8 neither
bhí madra
ag tafann
& da
f n
pig was coffen
bhí mo
cheann mar cábaiste orm
chuaigh mé
go dhí an seomra folca agus dúirt mé mo phaidreacha sa teileafón mór bháin
chuir me
uisce sa mbáisín agus nigh me mo chluasa agus chíor me mo chluasa agus nigh mé
mo chuid eadaí
cos dats
how we dun it n dem times fadó fadó
dfhéach me
amach an fhuinneog agus chonaic me seán agus máire
ansin fuair
me scaub fiacal agus chuir me taos fiacal ar an scuab
nigh raibh
aon fiacla agam
seo é seán
agus seo í máire ach cá bhfuil mo fhiacla
bhí seán agus
máire ag súgradh le mo fhiacla
bhí an muc
ag gáire fuaim agus bhí fearg dearg orm
caith me an
muc as an fhuinneog
a muc faoin
spéir agus thit sé ar seán
bhí seán ag
cur fola
thainaig na
gardaí
da borstal
4 bold bears wud b me nxt stop 4 sure
ted bocht
i wos
ritely f …
Well folks,
that’s as far as me little pal got before he had ta stop written so we’ll never
know how the story finished. All I can tell ye is that the teacher came down
and gave him a right thump on the hed fer not leaven down his pen and every
bitta the Gaelic disappeared outa him fer good.
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