Slaister
by
J K Annand
Read by Peter D Wright
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Mum cries
me a slaister,
Says
naethin could be waur
Nor mellin
sand and water
And
slaisterin in the glaur.
When I'm
aa glaur and slaistert
And
clarty as a tink
Mum maks a
graith o soap suds
And plops
me in the sink.
Syne when
I'm washed and tidied
And clean
as clean can be
My Mum
gies me a cuddle
And maks
me chips for tea.
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