Argh!!

Why can't i remember the titles of the damn poems?!? lol. Am so close to finishing my first ever Carson/Daniel fic that it's stupid - but i got distracted looking for the poems that i had to learn back in primary school. Nothing teaches you the scottish dialect better than learning the poems!!! (i was in scotland - where they actually make kids remember things - versus england, where they don't seen to care *rolls eyes*) One was, i swear about a frog, and the other kids in the mines. But i can't for the life of me remember the titles!!
Oh - to have my scottish accent back so i didn't have to hunt around to check that i'm getting the dialect right. Also - to confuse people even more than i do as it is. lol.
I love having a 'weird' accent. Everyone at work thought i was australian when i started *rolls eyes*. It's a highland/cornish/swampy/essex/lancashire accent. In other words, i roll my 'r's half the time, when i get annoyed no english person can understand me. and i talk faster than your average brit. Oh, and i say 'th' poshly, or so i've been told.
Lol - completely random *head desk* - back to the fic!!!