Yer News an Oor News

Gie us aw yer news.

May 2012
Deanburn Primary Scuil bairns hae sent in some lovely wark inspired by Stephen Mulrine's poem. Monie thanks.

The Coming of the Furious Misses
Jay, Lee, Mhairi

Wee Malkies –
It’s aboot time ye change yer ways
I’m a bit weary wi yer fitbaw games.
And if yi chap ma door or choke ma drains
I’ll caw the feet fe you, ye sapsy weans!
- Malkies, whit will ye dae?

Malkies, whit will ye dae when I tell yer maws,
If I stick mi bread knife in yer fitbaws?
And stop ye playin’ yer daft wee games,
I’ll teach ye some manners, ye grubby weans!
- Malkies, whit will ye dae?

Whit will ye dae when I hit you wi ma walking stick.
And kick yuse wi me tough leg in a few ticks?
I’ll tell you a wee secret at least someone should ken?
Ma man’s a champion boxer, cried tough Ben.
You better change, you scrawny wee bliters
You’ve been warned – or Ben ‘ill be one of those fighters!
- Haw Malkies, whit will ye dae?

The Coming of the Wee Missis
by Ben, Hayleigh, Ruari

If you chap ma door and choke ma drains,
I’ll caw the feet fae you sapsy weans!
So stop this noo, or I’ll call the polis,
And they you’ll nae be so gallous!

I’ll board ma windows I’ll lock ma doors,
I’ll call ma nephew to chase ya doon the floor,
So be ware wee Malkies,
Prepare fur a scare.

I’l put spikes on the clean close-wa,
And I’ll burst yer wee baw,
If I hear.......

The Revenge of the Wee Missus
Josh, Anna, Jake

I’m richt skunnered wi yous Malkies:
You chap ma door and choke ma drains,
An I’ll get ye back you manky wee weans!
I’ve called my eldest son – Big Bobby!
He’s gonae stop aw that nonsense in ma lobby.

I’ll blooer your windea in wi ma baw,
An I’ll put the hems on yir stair heed light,
You wilnie be payin wee heedies on ma clean close-wa
I’ll grab yer lug and gae tell yer crabbit maw.

Haw Malkies – whit’ll ye do?

Reply to the Wee Malkies
Abbie, James, Craig

Wee Malkies you make me so weary,
Cause am an old wee deary.
If you choke ma drains
I’ll caw yer feet oot your weans.

And if you dinnae change your ways
I’ll tell you whit I’ll dae to you boggin’ weans...

I’ll pit a guard dug oot in the street,
I’ll pit spikes on the ground to mak youse greet.

- Haw Malkies, whit will ye dae?

The Coming of the Wee Misses
Carter, Uwais, Kenneth

I am crabbit wi yous Wee Malkies –
You knock the feet fae ma sapsie weans,
And tim yer ashes oot in the street
Are you trying to make me greet?

Wee Malkies this is whit I’ll dae to you...

I’m gonna burst yer footbaw wi ma butter knife,
I’m gonna pit a protector on the stair heed light,
I’m gonna pit glue on yer bike seats.


Jamie

Whit will ye dae when the wee misses returns?
I’m nae rich and cannae flit to Newton Mearns!
So I’m stuck wi you and yer stuck wi me,
So you best stop makin’ ma life a misery!
 



 



 

General Enquiries

Contact the Scuilwab at hame@scuilwab.org.uk
Feel free tae ask ony question or mak suggestions.


For a ful leet o Scottish Language Dictionaries staff please veesit the SLD wabsteid at www.scotsdictionaries.org.uk