Metamorphosis 62 (5 Scots Poems)

1.The Magic Neep In Darren's gairden grew a neep A magic neep as big's a coo He needed help tae howk it oot Because it wis ower big tae pu Sae Darren rugged, his mither rugged, His sister, granny, brither rugged It wadna budge. A moosie, stoot Jyned in. Kerplunk! The neep popped oot! 2.Spanish Holiday Maisie Christie flew tae Spain Because she didna like the rain She sunbathed on a plastic boat She flew asleep, an aff did float A pirate, mermaid, and a seal Upon the boatie climmed as weel It sank, sae Maisie had tae sweem Aa the wye back tae Aiberdeen 3.Astronaut Astronaut, astronaut, far hae ye been? I hae bin fleein roon Mars an the Meen Astronaut, astronaut, fit did ye there? I peinted a rainbow tae hing in the air. 4.Beasties: (The Aberdeen E.E. ran a Pets' Photo Comp. in 2008) There is Buffin, she's a cat, frae the Garioch (affa fat) There's a tod near-haun Milltimmer kent as Basil There's a ferret frae the coast, wi a pelt like burnt toast There's budgie ooto Bucksburn wi a whizzle There's a hamster bred fur fame, William Wallace is its name There's a rubbit nearby Banff fa's christened Mia There is Hamish frae Fintry, (an auld Spaniel, kinda fey) There is Digit frae the Denburn, a chinchilla There's a huddrie guinea pig, ye wad sweir she weirs a wig There's a tortoise up bi Boddom caad 'The Gonk' There's a sheltie frae Kintore, wi its moo raxxed in a roar Bit the stoater o them aa's Ichi the skunk. Fa wad be a beastie judge? Fowk are keen tae haud a grudge Ae bairn's moosie is anither body's vermin Bit twid be a puirer place, wi-oot pets tae clap an chase An tae bosie, kittle, news till, I am certain! 5. Warlock o Balwearie: Michael Scot Born in Balwearie, Fife, the scientist And warlock, Michael Scot, had mony skills He wis pairt doctor and pairt alchemist His pouer cut in three the Eildon hills Bridled the River Tweed wi curb o stane An jyled the plague wi as its orra ills. (His Buik o Shaddas, fur his ee alane Brocht terror fin a servant luiked inby As frae its pages Deils stept, makkin mane) This warlock measured space frae kirk tae sky Spakk Latin, Arabic, French, German, Greek Sae for his service, Scotlan's king did cry Tae gyang tae Paris, there an audience seek Wi the French King tae gar thon Prince agree That pirates wad nae mair their coffers steek Stap fu o treisur ryped frae Scots at sea. The warlock on his shelt that self-same nicht Lowpt ower tae France as faist as arras flee Tae argyie Scotlan's case, an gie the fricht That aa the kirk bells in Paree wad ring Fin his shelt struck the grunn wi aa its micht. A secunt strike, an French kirk spires he'd ding Doon tae the yird, tae rummle in the stoor. Afore the third hoof-beat gart Michael fling The hale toun in the dubs, he won the oor. Sae steeped in the Blaik airts, he won a place In Dante's Hell, he wis Auld Clootie's spoor. Fin this dreid warlock quit the human race His Moorish buik o secrets wis interred At Melrose Abbey, wi his mortal aisse Laird o the occult, potentates conferred Honours on him. Yet, fin his weird he dreed Daith wis the Greater, had the hinmaist wird.