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2009 Bards and Beasties Competition
Winner - Lisa
Second Place - Caroline
Third Place - Meghan
Matthew Fitt had a really hard time choosing the winners of this competition but finally he settled on these wonderful poems.
Winner
Bobby da Bonxie by Lisa, Sound Primary
Bobby da Bonxie is a unbiddable aald guy,
An he is braaly sleekit.
Maist o da time he likes to keep da nest safe,
Ta his friends he is aafil ill-vicket!
He’s black and he’s broon,
Wi twartree muckle claas on his taes.
He has a ill-naitered look in his een,
Wi a guggled neb fae his huntin days.
He flees dat swiftly trow da air,
Laek a fast jet plane.
Swoopin up an doon in a loop-de-loop,
Da lassies wid never complain!
Maist o da time he jost sits around,
But sometimes unleashes his evil wrath.
Whan he catches da idder birds,
He stops dem fae dir fishy path.
Second Place
The Speeder by Caroline, Leswalt Primary
Ootside an auld wirthlless hoose ..........
Just ooside the door is a peerie, sleekit, gowden ettercap
He sits upon his dainshoch , siller wab
Cannily pitin it the gither
it skinkles in the blawing win `n sun
The sleekit , wee speeder sits day `n nicht
In the licht `o the wee hoose
Tho hi is wabbit `n crabbit
He cairries on
Till his bonnie wab is din
Third place
Beasties by Meghan, Wallace Primary
See ma wee dug, she’s awfy braw,
She loves tae play oot in the snaw.
Sometimes I take’er up the brae,
She would love tae stay there aw day.
Ma wee dug’s startin tae get auld,
When I take’er oot she seems really cauld.
When she sees a wean, she starts tae feel,
Like she wants tae be a pup again.