Jock Tamson an’ the Christmas Curry

‘Twas Christmas Eve in Killie toon But Jock wis no his best He’d aw the weans fur Christmas  An’ wis feelin’ awfu’ stressed.   They ran aroon’ the kitchen As they screeched an’ hit each ither The din wis such … Continue reading

The Lassie Tae Her Disca Winch (A warnin’ sprung fae remembrances eh the poet).

Sometimes when a lass heads oot She likes tae pit hersel’ aboot An’ git aff wae a big braw boay; Tall, dark and strong. However lassies, listen weel Tae ma wee song. Fur aften when yir staunin’ there, Wae his … Continue reading