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

Nae Mare Afraid

A pale licht crept intae the sky, When ma wee hert broke, askin’ “Why?” Hud Scotland haundit back its yin An’ only shoat Tae break oot fae the servile chains Aroon’ its throat. Fightin’ back indignant tears, An’ the sting … Continue reading