The blog club are asking you to enter this fantastic competition. Write a scottish-themed poem or limerick and add using the comment button. Alternatively write your poem down and give it to your teacher. There are some fab prizes to be won. Here is an example:
There was an auld wifie fae Macduff
Who woke up one day in a huff
She louped oot o’ bed
Skelped the tap o’ er her head
And yelled, ‘That’s it! Enough is enough!’
Thank you to Mrs Laing, Mrs Maclean, Miss PS and Miss Bremner for your contribution!
PS. This poem was written by Lois in P5/6/17.
As she also provided me with an illustration, I thought that I would upload both here rather than add as a comment. This is her poem.
Oh the haggis was affa fine,
We’ neeps, tatties and a wee sup o’ wine
Some people dinna like it you see,
But it’s just the richt supper for me.
There eence wis a quinie fae Foggie
Wint oot in the rain an’ got soggie
This wither’s ower weet
I’ve soakit ma feet
Noo am bidin’ at hame wi ma doggy
I was cranking ben the road on my new reed bike
Fan oot ran a muckle great coo
I yanked on my brakes and flew ower the dyke
And now I’m jist fair black an’ blue!
There eens wis a lassie ca’ed Miss Tinyjock
She cam fae a place ca’ed Tyree
She loupet ower quick oot ower her bed
An she wheemert, ‘Och losh dearie me!’
There was a young quine fae New Deer,
She jist didnae ken fit tae weer.
She hid oor mony frocks
nin o them wint wi her socks
and her hair aiwis looked afa queer!
There wis a young loon fae Foggie
Fa gid oot for a walk wi his doggie
It ran oot o the hoose
chasin efter a moose
And gt run ower wi a tractor n boggie!
There eence wis a loon fae Ellon
Fa tried ti get ower a pelan
He took ower sma a loup
He skidded on his doup
And ran hame ti his mammy yellin!
A bug-collecting loon fae Carrbridge
Was nipped on the ear by a midge
It crept into his hat
Then he swatted it…..SPLAT!
Now it’s in a glass jar in his fridge.
Ther eence wis a coo fae Turra
Got intae a hale lot o’ borra
At the mairket cross
Her sale wis a loss
An o’er the toon they follow’d her
Skinny malinkie turkey legs
pintie, lang beake.
Gid tae the fairmyard,
But couldnae find nae mett.
Fin the fairmer cam by,
Bubbly jock said \"Aye,Aye!\"
Fin the fairmer gid awa,
Bubbly jock said \"Au revoir.\"
There eence wis a auld wiffey fae foggie.
Who woke up in a huff an puff.
That decided to go oot for a walk wee her wee doggie.
Then it started to rain so when she came back her cleys were afa soakit.
Then she wen’t hame for a warm cup o’ tea.
My wee doggie,
Bides in Foggie,
but likes to run awa,
He runs ti the park,
And bides till dark,
Then comes hame fir his beddie! 🙂
There wis a fairmer fae newmill
fa bid on a fairm on a hill
fa bilt a windmill
to save on his electric bill
A Friday when I went to Skye
I stopped off to eat a pie
It was very tasty
Expesially the pastry
Then it went onto my tie
one day I went to sunny ayr
to sit on a glorious chair
it was very comfy
but a bit lumpy
but in the end I really didnt care
🙂
there once was a girl in aberlour
who once picked a delecet flower
she went for a run
got chased by a bun
she fell over and got covered in flour
There once was a quine from skye
Who cooked up a big haggis pie
she thought she’d get thin
so she threw it in the bin.
Where it got snaffled up by a fly
A day I went to smelly Perth
to see the giant Earth
In Ayr I saw a pear
wich was eaten by a bear
then the bear give birth
There was once a loon fae Stirling
Who liked to play 24 hour curling
Then disaster struck
When he lost his pluck
Then went swirling and wirling.
There eence wis a loon fae Skye
that went and bought a disgusting pie
it made him drink whiskey
that he knew was a bit risky
and made him come furlin doon by.
One day I seen something flat
Then I noticed it was a cat
It came ower by
I gave it a pie
Then it was fat
A fly cup is an affa fine treat
Nothin tops a cup o tea and something fine tae eat
Fine biscuits,shortbread, scones, butteries an a the rest
But for me a pancake\’n\’jam is definitely the best
A fly cup, a fly cup sounds affa fine tae me
Nithin beats a fine piece an a cuppy o tea
There eence wiz a young loon fae the toon,
Fa said “I canna sit doon,
He ran up a hill,
An took a pill,
An noo he canna rin doon.