Quite a few years ago I was asked by one of my daughters to write something for her project at school, to represent what it was like in "the olden days". As if I didn't feel old enough already!
So I wrote this wee poem for her.
It summarises an experience that I went through each lunchtime at my own school - a race to the shop and then a well balanced diet of healthy-eating ice top buns, crisps and a lovely fizzy soft drink. None of us were overweight, had rotted teeth or diabetic to my knowledge..!
It was a wee country school, last of its kind, stove in the corner, multiple classes in one room, old oak desks etc.
"A Wheen of Thon Yins" is local vernacular for "some of those ones please!"
If you ever read Oor Wullie or The Broons, its the same dialect!