"Nanny's Goin To Largs" - A Poem

A boring sort of day
Will soon be led astray
When a call from outside
Shouts out with so much pride

"Nanny's goin' to Largs!
Nanny's goin' to Largs!"

Gather up your spare coins
At the car we'll rejoins
Even though it's pure spittin'
She'll pause on her knittin'

"Nanny's goin' to Largs!
Nanny's goin' to Largs!"

To the arcade machines!
We'll win by any means
Last for a ninety-nine
Then home to the Scotch Pine
...where we'll gather caterpillars.

By Laura D

Totties, Corned Beef and Beans. A Poem By Laura D

Totties, corned beef and beans
Yes we all know wut it means
The taste of it is just uncanny
Whether it's made by you, or Nanny

And then we all have brew stew
Much tastier than kangaroo
And of course that was made by Nan
But never in a caravan

But the best is mince and totties
Which never gives you blood clottys
But was made by wee Marion
Who by the way, ain't libertarian.

By Laura D