Dugs and Yeel - An Affa Fit |
Me, The Affa Fit? My aul-man aiwas tells ma that I affa like to blaa. In skweel I do weel and I'm gey couthy ana. Abdy thinks I'm confident and whiles gey dominant. Actually, I'm affa affa blate and here I am on English to Scots Translate. by Ola Maj (Banff Academy) | The Dress Ma wee maw – she bought me a dress It wiz bought to go oot alang wi oor Jess Wiz pink an’ twirly wi a bow at the back She must’ve got it aff the wean’s rack. The frock was bowfin, mingin and clingin I asked fur troosers – she said “Beggars canny be choosers”. Noo I wiz stuck and I wiz howlin Fur goodness sake – ma heid wiz poundin, I couldnae get the thing oer ma bahookie, An’ ah fell doon the stairs and noo ah’ve got a stookie! by Morgan Amy Cummings (Bellshill Academy) |
Nae a Lauchin Game The tears roll doon but turn intae fear, I came hame shakin an burst intae tears, In hope that en day I wull be free, So the pain wull gang awa sae I can breathe, The bullies stert lauchin, But it’s nae a lauchin game, But they jist think they are in the ha o fame, The tables hiv turned, But nae fir lang, Because I wull be back struttin alang, Even tho am fair tired, I am nae wulling tae gie ower, Tae be the better person, An be true tae masel. The tears roll down but turn into fear, I come home shaking and burst into tears, In hope that one day I will be free, So the pain will go away so I can breathe, The bullies start laughing, But it’s not a laughing game, But they just think they are in the hall of fame, The tables have turned, But not for long, Because I will be back strutting along, Even though I am tired, I am not willing to give up, To be the better person, And be true to myself. By Heidi Wilson (Keith Grammar School) |